Pimp — текст песни (Ill-Disposed)

I say: To be living brings me down
In a way, I`m what you call a pimp

Soap won`t wash away your shame
I`ll sell, whatever there`s to be sold
In hell, I`d sell my own poor soul

Where are you going with that mask I found you
You`re running through the world
Thinking only about tomorrow
In your dreams, I`ll do all the things you say

Your guess, is just as good as mine
But no, I cannot justify your ways
Take care, cause hurtable as hell
I wear, I wear the hardest shell

Daybreak, you`re returning
And I know that you want to play
When I see the sun going down
The eyes in my head, see the world spinning around