The Harlot
Piet Focroul
And once you go
I will not follow
You own no part of me
I'm free to wander
You're bound to fall
No earth will move for you
You're just a fantasy
Of vivid imagination
Hooked and tied
Strapped and bound
We all feel the same rage
Push not pull
They play the wrong game
Detach your soul
From what is real
Packed with heat
I'll never use it
Fiction not fact
One dead alive
And once I go
You will not follow
I don't own a part of you
I'm free to wander
I'm bound to fall
No earth will move for me
I'm just a fantasy
Of your imagination