Lyrics Symphony - Erika

She's got no church in her mind
She's got a problem inside
She's got a beautiful life
She's just another war bride
She cannot really decide
She has been classified
I won't give myself to nobody
I won't give myself to nobody else, nobody else
This is a story about me,
This is a story about myself about myself
‘Cause her mother and her father know what she could have been
While an artist was preparing how to pimp up her skin
And her soul begins to bleed while her face is still clean
She's a symphony, symphony.
Now she's got something to hide
Now that she's ready to die
She has been purified
She's got no friends just allies
She knows that people they lie
Happiness comes with a price
I can't be myself with nobody
I can't be myself with nobody else, nobody else.
I'm the Wachowski third brother,
I'll find a way or another chance; another chance.
‘Cause her mother and her father know what she could have been
While an artist was preparing how to pimp up her skin
And her soul begins to bleed while her face is still clean
She's a symphony, symphony.
Her mother and her father,
They don't sleep with each other
Her mother and her father
They're tryin to find another way
Her mother and her father
They're losing their own daughter
She's drinking holy water.
Mother, mother, father
Mother, mother, father
‘Cause her mother and her father know what she could have been
While an artist was preparing how to pimp up her skin
And her soul begins to bleed while her face is still clean
She's a symphony, symphony.