Whore of Babylon

Bastard child untimely ripped from thy womb

Doom and gloom born to die only know the walls of a tomb

Inhaling fumes kill the memory of a kid who never saw the moon

Who would've had your eyes but they never got to bloom

Mistakes were made that was just the way it went

Dirt in the cracks roses grow from the cement

I don't blame you for doing what you did

I just wish you thought about it better choices made by the Id

What am I to you? Just another therapist

You call me when you're sad but never when you're elegant

I still found a way to fall into your spell

The siren's song plays all throughout the bethel I