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 sins, come and kill me
It´s 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 sins, come and kill me
It´s calling me