Brothel Is Her Temple

she is Desired by many but visited by few and loved by no one she hung her heads in grief many times tried to Escape, The slaps of flesh over and again, she hates every minute, every tick, This endless pain makes her sick, her candle-light visions Understood by misunderstood The women wait and weep, Painted glass windows, coloured dreams and fancies kniving miseries. her forbidden desires she dreamed of a man that won't ever come, she bleeds from wounds so deep within fails to dim the moving shadows she was told brothel is her temple Escape, Escape, Escape, Do you wanna be there? He's scared Make a choice Are they changed? Nope Still the same She lured him to her brothel, ? ? she was pushed there! ! A stab in her heart and take it Sqeeze as hard as you can But she won't feel nothing, nothing It awakes a man at his lust And calms him down Oh, the power of wealth stop stop this dirty game Empty inside and dying within please fill herVoid she is a human With "love" and a quenched thirst Somewhere bloomed a new leaf without any grief