Absent Minded
muse of prostitution
Right now
youre letting him
abuse you
use you
get the best of you.
You figure
you gotta do
what you gotta do
so that one day you will
pull through
and thats partly an excuse for you
to be what you are
a prostitute.
But honey
the world revovlves arouhnd more than justt money
and think again
youre on a run away train
youre not winning any chips
in any of these dangerous games
plying you that youre being pplayed
and in the future...
when you finally get away
from the drugs
and the booze
and the abuse
you'll have soo many scars
you ll have such abroklen heart to meand
you'll have issues of men
and women
of the rich and poor
god and angels
and you shelf it all now
but you will do it differently and this is what youre living for?
Maybe one day
you'll have a kid
get married and hide
everything awaymask your pain
teasch your children how to lie
and manipulate men
so they can be ontop of theior game
or maybe you will chose to shelter them
from the fortunes and fames
but listen to me
whe i say
you gotta pull through
you got to make a decision
you got to change your direction
you got to see through
all thesesconfusions lies and mixed messages
leading you back to the same misconstrued hesitations
you dont have to die
this way
help might not be coming
in the ways you dream of fairytlae syuystems as you are too deep
tomorrow or today it passes you by
you miught be stuck
poisoning yourself with different excuses stuck in a well of emptiness regrets and dissapointments and lies
in a lie everyday
manipulated
scared and ashamed
but dont be afraid
its not like you killed anyone
who are slowly killin you inside and out
its not like you
its not like you
the little girl full of dreams and passion
inside of you
the inner voice saying be strong we can do this
change direction pull throught
I'm sure you dont see it
the wool pulled over your eyes
how you cant stop
no matter how hard you try
there are other places to go and you ahve seent he darkside of the justice and the sick and weak and mothered and wounded egos
but know you can arm yourslef with desperate lies
you can go and become a circus and tell the suckers
of the shelters and churches
i know thats a terrible truth
but its become fashion for murderers to use a prostitute kill her
and then get away with the perfect crime
the pimps use and abuse
throw you away
turn around becauyse hes lieing to you about how this is going to make everything change
this life you think youre wanting
this swamp of quicksand youre treading into is deep and it sucks you down slow with every move
im throwing you a rope but your emotional baggage will haunt you so the stars are there to help yopu let it go
One day you will find the right man
who wont play tricks
who wont froce you
to a meat market
on your knees
to crawl through the streets
for a fix
broken down performing elaborate dangerous acts for him
if he wanted it soo bad then he could do it all for himself
there are gay men he could sell himself too
dont becpome his manipulated ego trip
his scar to look back upon
turn around
create your mystery and then dissapear
One day you'll have children
and you'll have to help them
break your scarred emnbracings they dont understand
and chains upon their innocent feet
when this manipulator haunts you
taught you a trick or two
to drive you to your grave
so you can be nothing to him but a way he ended up on top of his sick satanic game my angel
for his money
for his fame
for his ego
for his name
you need to make better decisions and see
the tricks being played upon you in all honesty
you need to know
you will change and grwo and get over this mess and this oppression
you will find a better way of living as so many before you have sunk to these desperate depths and rised above and now its time for you to go
go
go
before you end up in some field pushind up daisies
representuing a woman whose families never knew the truth
and you lived in shame
move back home
go to treatment
get out of the game its a death trap for the fools who knew nothing of the sucker patrol of innocence who thaoiught hey had it all figure d out, bu t know this they have more than one sleeve and more than one trick amore than one persusive lie and more than one way to lkeep you doing what you want to make it seem thats your desire
go back down memory lane
rediscover your dreams
go back down the long forgotten hopes and realise
as long as these things are happening in this nightmare of illisuions
if you fear help because of lies and illusions youre only fooling yourslef
you can do this
your desperate enough to survive
youre strong enough
youre smart enough to get what you need
so break away go after som elogical dream
but first find a place where you can honestly take the time to heal yourslef
and figure a few things out
i walk by you
in the red district
see your smiles as you lie
to get me into bed for a trick
and i see through it
and know what you must be going through
in your denial of sanity and logic
of the entrapment you somehow fell
in to the wrong crowd that might
just end up where you do something drastic to get out,
and you ask women in jails
sometimes their pimps drive them psychotic
and they kill him, sometimes things get
soo messed up you cant find a shoulder
to guide you to where you need to be,
but let it click in your head that those places you dont want to be in of womens shelters and churches for refuge of your life,
they might be all you got before you end up in a mental istitute
where they lock you up
and you spend the rest of your life
being molseted by fat men for no money
who medicate you for your pain,
thats not the truth of those places,
you need to make a decision of the evil that youre facing
and cave in to another hit, or say woah ive walked into a population control mechanism
and my name is on schindlers list,,,,,do or die,
and i hope you get out alive,
youre always in my prayers
and sometimes youll see me on the street
with a cigatrette or a thought to say something to you
or i walk by singing something you need to hear
youre letting him
abuse you
use you
get the best of you.
You figure
you gotta do
what you gotta do
so that one day you will
pull through
and thats partly an excuse for you
to be what you are
a prostitute.
But honey
the world revovlves arouhnd more than justt money
and think again
youre on a run away train
youre not winning any chips
in any of these dangerous games
plying you that youre being pplayed
and in the future...
when you finally get away
from the drugs
and the booze
and the abuse
you'll have soo many scars
you ll have such abroklen heart to meand
you'll have issues of men
and women
of the rich and poor
god and angels
and you shelf it all now
but you will do it differently and this is what youre living for?
Maybe one day
you'll have a kid
get married and hide
everything awaymask your pain
teasch your children how to lie
and manipulate men
so they can be ontop of theior game
or maybe you will chose to shelter them
from the fortunes and fames
but listen to me
whe i say
you gotta pull through
you got to make a decision
you got to change your direction
you got to see through
all thesesconfusions lies and mixed messages
leading you back to the same misconstrued hesitations
you dont have to die
this way
help might not be coming
in the ways you dream of fairytlae syuystems as you are too deep
tomorrow or today it passes you by
you miught be stuck
poisoning yourself with different excuses stuck in a well of emptiness regrets and dissapointments and lies
in a lie everyday
manipulated
scared and ashamed
but dont be afraid
its not like you killed anyone
who are slowly killin you inside and out
its not like you
its not like you
the little girl full of dreams and passion
inside of you
the inner voice saying be strong we can do this
change direction pull throught
I'm sure you dont see it
the wool pulled over your eyes
how you cant stop
no matter how hard you try
there are other places to go and you ahve seent he darkside of the justice and the sick and weak and mothered and wounded egos
but know you can arm yourslef with desperate lies
you can go and become a circus and tell the suckers
of the shelters and churches
i know thats a terrible truth
but its become fashion for murderers to use a prostitute kill her
and then get away with the perfect crime
the pimps use and abuse
throw you away
turn around becauyse hes lieing to you about how this is going to make everything change
this life you think youre wanting
this swamp of quicksand youre treading into is deep and it sucks you down slow with every move
im throwing you a rope but your emotional baggage will haunt you so the stars are there to help yopu let it go
One day you will find the right man
who wont play tricks
who wont froce you
to a meat market
on your knees
to crawl through the streets
for a fix
broken down performing elaborate dangerous acts for him
if he wanted it soo bad then he could do it all for himself
there are gay men he could sell himself too
dont becpome his manipulated ego trip
his scar to look back upon
turn around
create your mystery and then dissapear
One day you'll have children
and you'll have to help them
break your scarred emnbracings they dont understand
and chains upon their innocent feet
when this manipulator haunts you
taught you a trick or two
to drive you to your grave
so you can be nothing to him but a way he ended up on top of his sick satanic game my angel
for his money
for his fame
for his ego
for his name
you need to make better decisions and see
the tricks being played upon you in all honesty
you need to know
you will change and grwo and get over this mess and this oppression
you will find a better way of living as so many before you have sunk to these desperate depths and rised above and now its time for you to go
go
go
before you end up in some field pushind up daisies
representuing a woman whose families never knew the truth
and you lived in shame
move back home
go to treatment
get out of the game its a death trap for the fools who knew nothing of the sucker patrol of innocence who thaoiught hey had it all figure d out, bu t know this they have more than one sleeve and more than one trick amore than one persusive lie and more than one way to lkeep you doing what you want to make it seem thats your desire
go back down memory lane
rediscover your dreams
go back down the long forgotten hopes and realise
as long as these things are happening in this nightmare of illisuions
if you fear help because of lies and illusions youre only fooling yourslef
you can do this
your desperate enough to survive
youre strong enough
youre smart enough to get what you need
so break away go after som elogical dream
but first find a place where you can honestly take the time to heal yourslef
and figure a few things out
i walk by you
in the red district
see your smiles as you lie
to get me into bed for a trick
and i see through it
and know what you must be going through
in your denial of sanity and logic
of the entrapment you somehow fell
in to the wrong crowd that might
just end up where you do something drastic to get out,
and you ask women in jails
sometimes their pimps drive them psychotic
and they kill him, sometimes things get
soo messed up you cant find a shoulder
to guide you to where you need to be,
but let it click in your head that those places you dont want to be in of womens shelters and churches for refuge of your life,
they might be all you got before you end up in a mental istitute
where they lock you up
and you spend the rest of your life
being molseted by fat men for no money
who medicate you for your pain,
thats not the truth of those places,
you need to make a decision of the evil that youre facing
and cave in to another hit, or say woah ive walked into a population control mechanism
and my name is on schindlers list,,,,,do or die,
and i hope you get out alive,
youre always in my prayers
and sometimes youll see me on the street
with a cigatrette or a thought to say something to you
or i walk by singing something you need to hear
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