Horrors

Who's to blame if we don't make a name
 Is it someone we didn't know?
 And we see that's to be is to be
 And even that's still a big unknown
 And if we try to be real
 There's a sense that I lose
 Just to get it right
 I can't believe you don't see
 That It's me and not the ink
 That you're holding tight
 Well it's my way this time
 It makes me feel like I've moved from the back to front
 And the choice is mine
 So let me practice as to what I preach
 Running away it seems to be the only choice I ever come by
 By getting my back against the wall you make me realize I've come this far
 Again and again you make me feel like something that I have is nothing
 Your taking your time but then you'll realize that all of this has made you
 Look so complicting.yeah
 We're all just whores
 A time, a place, a mood
 but you won't get it out of me
 Ya step, ya play, ya fool
 I got the shit pouring' out of me
 It's in the way that I think
 And I follow what I think is very nesessary
 So come on let's a step up
 Want to find out what it's like to be me
 All these decisions
 Now who's to believe?
 It's all contradiction
 So who should I be?
 Cause your decisions
 Not my decision
 So please just go away
 We're all just whores