Tricks

Faint shuffling in the night as a young girl in 4 inch heels tiredly drags her heavy body back home
But what home does she go to when she's only out on that street corner taking dirty money from filthy men
'Cause her home before was worse then any of these trash ridden street corners here in this city called sin
So she walks toward the only one who will take her in, an empty hotel room with a yellow stained matteres
There is no hoping, or dreaming, or crying, or screaming
There is only those sounds and prayers when a new girl or boy arrives
'Cause they don't see what the rest of them see
They don't yet know how bad it'll be
They'll think to themselves that they shall live free
She gives it a week.
Then where will those Hopers, Dreamers, Criers, and Screamers be?
In the same place as before, just without the protest
'Cause that's what that is out here in the Devil's palace
We all protest till everything is gone
And just like her an empty shell remains
Not even the late night chill could freeze her bones
For this young girl, Hell was just a milestone