Truth Prostitute

you can whip my flesh
a brutal monster can become even from the smallest mouse
who grew up in the darkest corner of a locked-up house

when you have gone too far, reached the point of no return
no regrets, stand your ground, let the bastards burn

cornered like a rat
stabbed in the back
forced to fit in
truth prostitute

you can burn my house
hope is overrated in the world of a passive optimist

you can be what you want when you have all hell to choose
but the most fatal man is the one with nothing left to lose

stretched to the limit
compelled with gimmicks
not whoring with self
truth prostitute

swindling oppressor
contempt substitute
prestige obstructor
life-long institute

vomit your soul and past on the feeble race of creepy lice
years of anguish poured out in the blink of a deluding eye

you can whip my flesh
you can burn my house
you can cheat, lie and tamper the facts
but you can never steal my pride - steal my pride
cos I'm on the righteous side