Her daddy raped her when she was eight years old,
his selfish action took a piece of her soul,
but she would thank him when she learned how to drive;
took some gasoline and burned him alive.
Drove to L.A. so she could be a star,
but prostitution didnt get her so far
her daddy's face on every john,
so she went out and she baught her a gun.
Within her skin She had enough and couldn't take anymore,
what would she be a murderer or a whore.
No fire down in hell below
could match the pain of the life she had known.
She killed so many that she couldn't keep count
her life had fucked her but she found a way out,
it gave her power that she never had
and murder paid more than the fuck ever did.
Within her Skin
She found a power that was hers alone.
She found a way to stop the pain.
She found a way to make her life her own.
She found a chanel for her rage. She walks the streets with the pimps and the slime,
but her past she has left far behind.
Nobody is gonna stop her now
even if they could somehow.
So take a look deep inside yourself,
you are no better than anyone else
and if you should look her way
you won't live to see another day.
Little runaway don't cry
There is so much more time to kill
Time to kill... Cancerslug
