Nympho — Holy Mother

She always had to be a good writer Always dreams of sex She drew upon reality And now she thinks of death She always seems so high Instead she seems depressed Forget the past, break through the door Her life is just a test

Neglected your father you fucked up her life Rejected your family, there's nothing left to hide

Unleashed you from yourself And let your soul run free to fly You tried to save your life But then you contempleted suicide Oh! She's a nymphomaniac maniac Nymphomaniac maniac

I'm in an insane asylum Someone to lead me through problems Someone to lead me back If there's a heaven, then why is this world black

Where's your mother Mary did you hang her out to dry A prayer that lasts forever you cut off all your family lies You got nowhere else to hide

She always had to be a good writer Always dreams of sex She drew upon reality And now she thinks of death

You nymphomaniac maniac You tried to find your spirit Your parents put you away