Where do I stand... but alone and broken. This is a whore's duty to the gutter and the streets to pay coinage to the gods of beatings and monumental sin. I ain't no whore... Why lie I broken in the streets by silly children who eat and sleep in warm beds at night when I fight as light in the darkness for what is justice in the eyes of all that is sin. Burn sisters, burn me to the core. Spin and dance until the streets are burned out of our blood and water...