My Funeral

From a Virgine to a Whore

My Funeral


Yesterday you hated one thousand guys 
Today you have slept with them all 

When the night had fallen you lost yourself 
You plunged into total darkness 
From a virgin to a whore your path goes on forever 
Now that you feel sore (still on that road forever) 

In the corner of the past you thought this man is your last 
Like a tear from your eye you fed yourself with your lies 
Like dying times, you left yourself with a cry 
A cry like ones you caused for thousand guys 

Iam the pain inside you Iam that beast 
Iam thorn in your flesh to say the least 
Iam those darkest things that graves release 
Iam the last rust nail to your coffin