Name — My Sweetheart, the Whore lyrics

Lyrics

She’s the devil with amazing breasts.
He’s a dreamer, when he dreams of flawless escape.
I am a machine.
A shell of what I dream.
I am you.
Crush us with high heels and coach bags, please…
Fuck my brains out, innocence is out of style…
(Note: this changes the way I dream)
You coward… Waiting, memorizing me.
Here: here’s the helping hand holding a grudge
Looks like I’m the joke this time.
Incoming (worthless) message
I’m trying to help you
Please stand by, everything’s a test.
Please stand by, you’re a fucking test.
Trauma is god.
God’s hand pushing me away.
I’m trying to help you…
You cried out softly, that you «had to feel one soft song to end it all».
So, I found the peace in melody…