Angels of Porn - Nicole Dollanganger

My bedroom smells like rotten food

And I guess so do I

It’s harder to be good in here

Than it is to starve and die

I’d give my body to Satan

If I could only keep my soul

But I can’t seem to find the split

Between them anymore

My hair is falling out again

And I don’t really care

I try to stir my conscience

It was never really there

Your fingers up inside of me

Feel like fingers down my throat

Everything is fine in Heaven

But I’ll never get to know

Make sacrifice in bathtubs

And stained bed covers

Soak all of my clothes in holy water

And drown them like a crying son

Drown them like a crying daughter

Praying in the night to the angels of porn

Nails in their wrists, knees on the floor

Great lakes full of cum extracted from everyone