Dollar Whore - Ringworm

Whore, never again like before

Your actions are hard to ignore

Your body was found in a ditch

With maggots and scars on your wrists

Swollen wrists, black and blue

Broken off inside of you

Crumbled dreams, dollar whore

Pressure is making me sick, oh you bitch

Seek any escape you can find

To get away out of your mind

Screaming out of control

You’ve become just a hole

Swollen wrists, black and blue

Broken off inside of you

Crumbled dreams, dollar whore

You just keep on asking for more

Bitch

Cannot cleanse your soul

Burn with me below

Innocent no more

Just a fucking whore