Madonnas And Whores

When I was alone
In my own narcissistic way
All I could feel was love for everything
Now that I'm with you
In my own altruistic way
All I can feel is just jealousy

So discontent with this concept
Outside the box inside my head
Completely inconsequential

All of these Madonnas
They're pretending to be whores
Whores
Whores
And all of these whores
They're looking for comfort
Confort
Confort
All of these Madonnas
They're pretending to be whores
Whores
Whores
And all of these whores
They're looking for comfort
There is no way to conform

Through these vigilant eyes
It's all black and white
There are no pictures on these pages

Like cold machinery
My heart keeps beating punctually
Although there's rhythm
There's no music

So discontent with all of this
Outside the box inside my head
Completely inconsequential

All of these Madonnas
They're pretending to be whores
Whores
Whores
And all of these whores
They're looking for comfort
Confort
Confort
All of these Madonnas
They're pretending to be whores
Whores
Whores
And all of these whores
They're looking for comfort
There is no way to conform