Some say I’m twisted
a wicked girl of sin.
Some say I know him
danced with the devil
on a sinking golden ship.

What I write is blasphemy
what I create are sins.
From the devils mind
he gives me passion
a fire from within.

The devils whore
from Babylon I came.
They say I am worthless
but they know not the
fire of passion.

Foolish people
with their closed minds.
Frigid and cold
for all of eternity.
They think they know
they never understand.

Speak no evil
they whisper to me.
Hear no evil
they sent a letter to me.
See no evil
they blindfolded me.
Do no evil
they handcuffed me.

Its cold now
they are killing me.
It’s hard to remember
flesh on flesh.
Bodies entwined in an endless circle.

I was a wicked girl.
Now I’m just a christian whore.