IRC-Galleria

I leave these dirty sheets
'cause there's no more to gain.
I leave these dirty streets
'cause I have a tumour in my brain,
A voice that says it's not allright
to live and still die.
When these coins aren't bright
anymore and still cry.
They bleed a tear for my lost innocence,
for the virginity of this body.

This Body
Beaten
Raped
Cut.

But after You I felt no shame.