Fucking Whore

Don't you go telling me theres a reward,
That I cannot fucking reach!
Telling me all your golden ideas and opinions,
That you forvever fucking preach!

Listen so hard, Im frustrated by you cus,
Twisting dark strands of hair around my finger.
Pull, tear, shred and rip it all fucking out.
The faster its done the longer pain will linger.

Right, now I can't hear you anymore.
My skulls filling with the screaming...
And shes telling me I'm a fucking whore!
A state where I wish I was dreaming.

So fucking cliche, yet Im sure it's real.
She loves all my frightened tears.
People sing it so very often.
For gods sake, shes feeding on my fears!

So fucking cliche, dammit. Yet she ain't real!
A shinning guardian angel - Beauty so pure.
Stained crimson. And her carcass black as coal.
Shes chaining me down. No cure.

So cliche it all seems for fucks sake!
Again, and again. Pulling metal through my skin.
It makes her smile oh so contentedly.
My blood to wash away all of my sin.

A voice. One so loud.
To own my soul.
Im going to die, Ok?
Unless I can break free.

But Im weak.
And shes telling me I'm a fucking whore.