Two troubled souls just need release one is a whore; the other a louse just looking for peace.
the voices chant, "let go" they say
She is torn, she doesn't know what to do
and at this point not even the whore swims by her bay
she is the dark side of the moon
cold and purposeless she waits
one day someone with discover her and not reel her out to the world as bate
the machine it laughs it swallows her whole
not like she hasn't done that herself before
Sinful wench just sits in vane
it's to be expected of someone insane
"let go" it mocks
"no!" she screams
it's a fight with medusa and don't her pretty eyes please