Prosthetic Prostitute

A little child alone
silent in the rain
she feels the pain of all the wrong
there's no one else to blame

The human problem was the painful nightmares
and the shame
afraid to feel the sinful lust
That haunts the ones who play the mortal game
of love

Ooh... what a pretty child, with long and golden hair
so wild and fancy free, hindered from a life of sanity
(Chorus)
At the dead end of the road on the endless streets of shame
no where to go no time to grow it all turns out the same
running from a life waiting for the nights to end
running from the rain, hoping for the nightmares... to end

now seasons come and seasons go and your on the streets again
all because of all the crime coming from someone who was a friend
coming from a boy, coming from a mother, a father to a lonely daughter
the difference is still the same and the difference will never change

Chorus
Copyright 1998, Jose Antonio Gonzalez

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Jack of all Traits (Serial Killer)

Straying thru the night,
With trembling hands, that feel the the fright
I dare to take the woman's dreams
to fill my void with all her screams
Feel, feel for me.
I long for simple ecstasy
That dwells within a dying plea

Where did you run to, what were the lies
The truth is hiding... Behind the fatal cries!

The drum is calling, well it calls for me
Seeking and craving, craving the life... of insanity
Jacky dear... what was her name
Living the barfly, you played the game

Started all again, they all die the same
Muffle the breathing, knowing the meaning
Jacky dear in love with Pain
(slow beat)
She lays there dying with tears in her eyes
What bloody shame, there's no restrain
He's looking for someone to blame
(octave higher with soprano)
The Mutilation... The Degradation
The Cause of seasons, of indignation
Whats done is done light years away
The chance is here to see the light of day

And Prey for the Soul Bleeding Heart