She's the devil with amazing breasts.
He's a dreamer,
when he dreams of flawless escape.
[He's not alone, that seems to be enough]
[He's not alone, that seems to be enough]

I am a machine
A shell of what I dream.
I am you.

Crush us with high heels and coach bags, please...
Fuck my brains out,
innocence is out of style...
(Note: this changes the way I dream)
You coward...
You coward...
You coward...
Waiting, memorizing me.
Here: here's the helping hand holding a grudge
Looks like I'm the joke this time.

Incoming (worthless) message
[Please stand by]
[Please stand by]
I'm trying to help you
[Please stand by]
[Please stand by]
[Please stand by]
Please stand by, everything's a test.
Please stand by, you're a fucking test.
[Please stand by]
[Please stand by]
Please stand by, everything's a test.
Please stand by, you're a fucking test.

Trauma is god.

Trauma is god.
God's hand pushing me away.

I'm trying
to help you...
I'm trying
to help you...

You cried out softly,
that you "had to feel
one soft song to end it all".
So, I found the peace in melody...


Lyrics submitted by Sebastian1985

My Sweetheart, the Whore song meanings
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