Give me a dollar, give me your hand
Give me some water, give me some bread
A woman like me could use a friend
A blood brother, bound and branded

Her kiss still burns on my forehead
Like a shot in between the eyes
I think she left me here for dead
Hoping I'd rise

Call it a sickness, call it a curse
I call it a blessing and I think it's getting worse
'cause the deeper I go, the darker it gets
but I just keep on heading towards the outer limits

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
All of their silver and gold crumbles to rust

They promise so much but I don't want to pay
I know I can't afford their prices anyway
I've seen it before - I know their disguise
I've seen it enough to know that all they're offering is lies