God Forsaken Prostitute

Furnace of religion Always melts the ones left alone Cancer for some change Will we ever learn A wisdom unsurpassed We're crushed and overpowered My conscience won't confound Icons of their idols fade Wonder if we'll ever learn So feed the feeling of impending doom Suck the power from addictive drug Foreboding feeling of the ending Float along the god-forsaken flood Tears of wounded virgins Splash against the dead cold hearts Still Alone We are broken-armed again, I guess So why the hell we even try Litres of courage and no fate Still, gallons of hate and we're late again Again, again and again…