Marie eiraM

I yeal and opened my harm,

i ran nude with a cutting arm,

i throw all in the walls,

until that i fall.

Tranchée, séparée sang et épiderme éparpillée,

ma peau nest pas a sa place normal,

mais je suis saoul je nai pas mal.

Awake in a pool of blood,

the floor covering of mud,

i guess what i get,

well it seems that is death.