heavy is the cross

It's burning hot
I cannot stop trying to rub it out
Your wet tongue is divine
Printed on my spine 'till I die

I came to the priest
And he told me to sit
And I sat, and I said
The cross is too heavy

Heavy is the cross of a whore
Heavy is the cross of a whore

I am splitting hairs, rubbing my nails
I'm suffocating, carbon dioxide
Splitting my lungs in half
It seems like I'm falling apart
But at least I feel alive
For some time, right

The cross is too heavy

Heavy is the cross of a whore
Heavy is the cross of a whore
Heavy is the cross of a whore
Heavy is the cross of a whore

Everybody says I look like a doll
I've been called a child whore
Since the age of four
But my dad didn't mind
Well, he didn't really do anything at all

At all, at all, at all, at all
So I, so, so I am a whore

Heavy is the cross of a whore
Heavy is the cross of a whore

Put me down on the pink floor
I shall pray 'till I don't know
Who I was before



Credits
Writer(s): Marek Bachanowski
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