Wynardtage (I Am Nothing) Like A Prostitute
They bleeding out
in the valley of dead
from meaningless confusion
illusion reigns
We search and plan
the lectures of the weak
in headless confusion
illusion reigns
Stare down
remind all the lies
receive the blame
seven years remain
Where am I?
Where am I?
Where am I?
I am nothing! (Like a prostitute...)
Stare down
remind all the tears
receive the pain
seven years remain
Where am I?
Where am I?
Where am I?
I am nothing! (Like a prostitute...)
We search and plan
the lectures of (the) dead
and wipe off our objections
and appoint the insane head
Where am I?
Where am I?
Where am I?
I am nothing!
Prostitute
