Deep, deep down,
I’m still a child, painting bedroom walls
Setting fires after my mother’s death
A crazy peril in its most threatening state
No idea what’s wrong with me
Craving blood as a necessity
Here they come one by one
To take me away from this gruesome place
As the knife fell from my hand
It’s the women whom I stabbed
Bleeding mercilessly on the floor
They tied a black blindfold on my eyes
It’s the last sight before they take me away.
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