I'm a whore

And I'm feeling

Sorry for myself

In your arms I am drowning

Like the child I was



I need more

Can you help me?

Feed my soul, come and kill me

It's calling, calling, calling, calling me!



Endless skies falling freely

Down upon my head

So much for hopeless dreaming

Frustration settles in



I need more

Can you help me?

Feed my soul, come and kill me

It's calling, calling, calling, calling me!