A Whore, But Much More.

Celestial soul that became homeless with time
She is misunderstood
She is not their food
She is just feeling good.

Come to me, come and taste, come and look at me, come and say everything to my face.
You can come
- with a weapon hidden in her hands -
I will not hurt you, dear.
- she lies -
- and she likes -

and they screamed: "She is a whore!"
Deep inside, deep in her core,
She is so much more than the limits of their minds
She did not choose this profession,
The profession choose her, this life choose her
So, while she goes on,
She thinks on who to make blind
After all, she is much more than a whore.
It is just a mask.

Move one step more, only one more,
and you will have what you deserve
Beyond imagination
Beyond any kind of excitation
You will be opening a not so adorable door
You. Will. Be. My. Server.

Sweet voice,
Lips as red as Mars sky
Skin as pale as white light
Hair of many colours, many phases, many times
Liberty lives within her,
Dreams commands her,
Seasons changes her.

and they will not understand, until they learn from time. ...or with her.

Due to her choices,
She remains a whore on their minds,
Even though being so much more,
All that she left behind,
All that she made stay,
Is all her choice, is all her actions, is her life.
You cannot impose.
So, obey.
If you cannot understand,
Become another slave of the world.
And I will rule my own way.