Whore House

Life is a bitch,

yet bitches are easy to deal with

People say something, then they change their mind

and say something else

They always talk, talk, talk

Then get sad, then talk again, complain

Then get depressed and then suddenly, oh, they’re happy again!

Such an easy life, yet so easy to complicate

Things… we always want, to fulfill those inner desires

Filling a magical hole that can never be fully filled

Those things that burn inside of us, calling to us

“Get me, get me! Or I’ll make you feel bad! That I assure you!”

I try, I mean, I do see things a bit differently …

I think I can proudly announce that

I reached the point where I almost care about nothing

When I accept everything as it is,

but still I try to get the best out of the things that I do,

preferring the truthful smiles, and heartily laughs  

You want love? I can get you love in a dreamy way

You want adventures? We can travel the seven worlds, the thirteen seas and beyond

You want imagination? We’ll get wild as a monkey looking for the immortal dancing banana

Want to drink a glass of ale? Ahh, let’s drink six

The person that you are is gonna die… now or in ten, thirty or sixty years

So, what life do you choose to yourself?!

Or, are you just going to follow the herd blindly and desperately?

I mean, they all do it …

But as for me, thank you, I’ll pass this time

You see… life is a bitch,

treat her nicely and she might give you more than one fuck

Life is a bitch,

yet bitches are easy to deal with

Life is a bitch,

and I’m doomed to get on this meaningless ride

Life is a bitch,

and bitches are made to satisfy your desires

Life is a bitch,

and I’m sorry yet happy to say that

that particular bitch won me

 and I’m fucking addicted to her