Prostitute Yourself

Just look outside and you'll see

Something that has gone too far

Just feel the pressure and hate in their minds

Contrasting more everyday

Richness and poorness are there

Livin' in a place that they don't want to share

Everyday, anyway, everywhere you look

It's all the same you've got to

Prostitute yourself, do just as they say

Sell your body and soul it doesn't matter anyway

Prostitute yourself, to live a decent life

But how you call it decent

If your living is just a lie

And anywhere that you look

Poverty lies in those souls

They try to tell themselves nothing is wrong

Everyday, anyway, we pretend we're not

The one to blame you've got to

Lie, hate, fakeness, that's just what we are

Pressure, stress, tension, that's what we've got

Political animal, diplomatical hipocrisy

If you can't see the truth

Why don't you take a look at me...