A Whore's Profession Lyrics

You underestimate what I am.
Cast me aside and leave me for dead.

Your blood is on the floor. 2x

Oh.

You make me sick 2x
(Does it feel good to die?)
You make me sick 2x
(Don't fucking cry)

Check the room, check the bathroom floor.
You won't find a single thing.
In your face, you thought you'd win,
But it looks like you're just wrong again.

What the fuck.
You pathetic bitch.
Get up.