Lyric discussion by tinylittlewords 

It's prostitution! AND DRUGS. Bag is drugs, bed is prostitution. Or selling yourself out for drugs, as my friend just said. A numb high. I never thought I'd find other people who agreed on the prostitution front. Prostitutes work for everyone, don't trust anyone, get felt up, and live in a world without love.

Does anyone have an idea about the orphanage?

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