VERSE 1:
They say I'm paying for my favours to these sexual little slavers
I'm not an indecent human being, my life is not outrageous
I turned my back on you and the shit I felt he had to prove
Them social little circles where they disapprove and laugh at you
A nomad in the city
I'm so lonely yet I'm set free I don't expect for you to get me
That's why they try upset me
Cuz I'm not in that clique and their lies will never tempt me
I work alone and I can stay alone for days
Socially estranged from the people that are plain
And they say that I'm plain weird and I'm deranged
Cuz I won’t revolve my life around some sporting kind of game
As they debate over football and other entertainment
I stare up the night sky in awe it's just amazing
I feel alone in a universe so busy
I don't connect with these humans cuz these humans are all shitty

HOOK:
Cuz I feel safe at the brothel
Sipping on bottle with the touch of a model
The oldest known profession
Her body is her weapon
The body of a whore is my only known affection

VERSE 2:
I grew up in a village where the kids would call me freak
Nerd loser outcaste geek
So I left for the city to blend into thick of it
Cause I can't stand the slander of the locals I am sick of it
They called me a sociopath
Cuz I won't mingle with them dopey twats
Have you seen them they're ghostless rats
Like what are they gloating at?
They cling to money they cling to religion
Either way it isn't any different
Both are addictions theyre minds are in a prison
They're still clinging to believe something else will make them fit in
They seek acceptance from others they don't love themselves
Addicted to things desire to be something else
And I can judge all I like but I pay to feel loved
Cuz no matter how distant I still long to be touched

HOOK:
Cuz I feel safe at the brothel
Sipping on bottle with the touch of a model
The oldest known profession
Her body is her weapon
The body of a whore is my only known affection