Текст песни Corruption - Grime Whorehouse

I am the sin upon your fate
That brings you thrills
Bend down and pray
Until your mouth starts to scream
Don’t hold your breath
There’s nothing left, there is no shame
Under your skin (the) fearless within
(and) unholy blame

Ten dollar lady
Who dances in (the) afterlife
Show me the way
With a smile
She open the door,
The grime on the floor
My rage possessed
The little whore

I am the sin upon your fate…

I shake off the dirt
And thank for the blow
Hope that
Her sentiment has gone
And when I’m through
I’m paying my due
It’s time to raise
A toast to you