Red
PVC red skirt: Skin-tight
The girl walks the streets at night
[Sell thy body, sell thy soul]
What kind of life must she lead?
To satisfy men, looking to plant their seed
[Not giving a damn about their means]
The girl walks the streets
Just to make ends meet
[Temple ravished by insatiable lust]
Oh, the sins she must bear
Disrespecting herself without care
[Her love on sale to the highest bidder]
I can imagine her tears as they fall
Awaiting her next customer to call
[Empty touch to naked flesh]
The glass jar echoes as he stalks
through the door
Her blackened void, expanded once more
[Broken, corrupted, left hurt and sore]
Tired and lonely, love disallowed
But to carry on living, she can’t make a sound…
[She must suffer her fate, there is no escape]
The girl walks the streets, on her
own
Wearing her red PVC skirt: Skin-tight.
