Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song My Sweetheart, the Whore , by - Name. Song from the album Internet Killed The Audiostar, in the genre МеталRelease date: 18.04.2010
Record label: Lifeforce
Song language: English
My Sweetheart, the Whore |
| 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… |