I had a dream as a child
A reoccurring dream
And it repeat, repeat, repeat
And like wildfire it spread
Throughout every cell, throughout every stem

Every dead end within my body
And as a child, well, I could encourage myself
Encourage myself to scream
It was too late, the die had been cast

I spent some time thinking that I came around
But I still could trace the shape of his ugly mouth
He pulled all my teeth to mark me with his name
Now every night is the same

Maybe I´m young
Or born a whore
How could I love what I´m dying for?

He took my neck but I willingly tied the noose
My hands are tied and my legs are bruised
Blood rust and barely awake on the floor

And then I died for it once more

Maybe I´m young
Or born a whore
How could I love what I´m dying for?