Where A Beast Would Have

I Sell Myself For The Highest Price. Exactly Like A Prostitute. There Is No Difference.

I Don't Need Anybody To Tell Me How To Be Alive.

I Am Your Fairy Tale. Your Dream. Your Wishes And Desires, And I Am Your Thirst And Your Hunger And Your Food And Your Drink.

The Street Kid In Me Says, "grab The Money And Run - Who Cares Who It's From! Don't Think About Whatever You Have To Do For It Or When You Have To Do It!

I Could Be With A Woman In A Bed, For Weeks Even, And It Would Seem To Me Like Three Seconds. Or 300 Years.