Nympho - Holy Mother

She always had to be a good writer

Always dreams of sex

She drew upon reality

And now she thinks of death

She always seems so high

Instead she seems depressed

Forget the past, break through the door

Her life is just a test

Neglected your father you fucked up her life

Rejected your family, there’s nothing left to hide

Unleashed you from yourself

And let your soul run free to fly

You tried to save your life

But then you contempleted suicide

Oh!

She’s a nymphomaniac maniac

Nymphomaniac maniac

I’m in an insane asylum

Someone to lead me through problems

Someone to lead me back

If there’s a heaven, then why is this world black

Where’s your mother Mary did you hang her out to dry

A prayer that lasts forever you cut off all your family lies

You got nowhere else to hide

She always had to be a good writer

Always dreams of sex

She drew upon reality

And now she thinks of death

You nymphomaniac maniac

You tried to find your spirit

Your parents put you away