Behold The White Whore by The Jonbenet Lyrics
The speakeasy parlor was filled with many
A fair lady fallen victim
To another mind rape by their
Christian fathers
"It was never easy to show them I loved them"
He said and He said, as He was
Removed from the booth, no one had the time
To listen to Him, they don't care!
It wasn't His thing to talk like that, waking up the next day
In a nightmare of a grey colored room full of friends
With no names and metal as cold, as cold as hell
This was yet another favorite of His
Concious effort was put into everything that He didn't do
And everything else was a failed plan
Why didn't this work!? Why didn't this work?!
If only gratitude could get you somewhere
If only gratitude could get you somewhere
Censor His bleeding hands, broken teeth and blood-red hair
This is His love to them all
Yet another day blessed with His presence!
Continue to beat Him, this is His love!
Censor His bleeding hands, broken teeth and blood-red hair
This is His love
Not another day blessed with His presence!
Continue to beat Him, this is His love!
Coughing up His mother's love all over a plate of refurbished organisms
This is His love!
Coughing up His mother's love all over a plate of refurbished organisms
This is His love!
Oh, Mother Mary, forgive them
For they have won, they have won!
Oh, Mother Mary, forgive them
For they have won, they have won!
Spoken fast enough
To spark a memory into everyone's tired mind!
Built upon a cross of clothes, and thorns of wrinkled scarves
And hung from a ceiling, and sent to every child's living room
Built upon a cross of clothes, and thorns of wrinkled scarves
And hung from a ceiling, and sent to every child's living room
Depictions of life as told
By a subdued body within us all
We aren't loved anymore
Behold, the white whore
Depictions of life as told
By a subdued body within us all
We aren't loved anymore
Behold, the white whore
Depictions of life as told
By a subdued body within us all
We aren't loved anymore
Behold, the white whore
Depictions of life as told
By a subdued body within us all
We aren't loved anymore
Behold, the white whore
Behold, the white whore
Behold, the white whore
A fair lady fallen victim
To another mind rape by their
Christian fathers
"It was never easy to show them I loved them"
He said and He said, as He was
Removed from the booth, no one had the time
To listen to Him, they don't care!
It wasn't His thing to talk like that, waking up the next day
In a nightmare of a grey colored room full of friends
With no names and metal as cold, as cold as hell
This was yet another favorite of His
Concious effort was put into everything that He didn't do
And everything else was a failed plan
Why didn't this work!? Why didn't this work?!
If only gratitude could get you somewhere
If only gratitude could get you somewhere
Censor His bleeding hands, broken teeth and blood-red hair
This is His love to them all
Yet another day blessed with His presence!
Continue to beat Him, this is His love!
Censor His bleeding hands, broken teeth and blood-red hair
This is His love
Not another day blessed with His presence!
Continue to beat Him, this is His love!
Coughing up His mother's love all over a plate of refurbished organisms
This is His love!
Coughing up His mother's love all over a plate of refurbished organisms
This is His love!
Oh, Mother Mary, forgive them
For they have won, they have won!
Oh, Mother Mary, forgive them
For they have won, they have won!
Spoken fast enough
To spark a memory into everyone's tired mind!
Built upon a cross of clothes, and thorns of wrinkled scarves
And hung from a ceiling, and sent to every child's living room
Built upon a cross of clothes, and thorns of wrinkled scarves
And hung from a ceiling, and sent to every child's living room
Depictions of life as told
By a subdued body within us all
We aren't loved anymore
Behold, the white whore
Depictions of life as told
By a subdued body within us all
We aren't loved anymore
Behold, the white whore
Depictions of life as told
By a subdued body within us all
We aren't loved anymore
Behold, the white whore
Depictions of life as told
By a subdued body within us all
We aren't loved anymore
Behold, the white whore
Behold, the white whore
Behold, the white whore