A bright world turned inside out
I am not present in my body
If you’re the victim I’m the executioner
They are born and chain themselves
I am not present in my body
Fuck
They are born and chain themselves
I immediately take up arms
Fuck
A collection of hair and bones
I immediately take up arms
To confuse lacking with anger.
A collection of hair and bones
If you’re the victim I’m the executioner
To confuse lacking with anger.
A bright world turned inside out