Besedila: EMA. Marked.

My arms they are a
See through plastic
My arms are a secret
Bloodless, skinless mass

My arms they are a
See through plastic
They're a bloodless plastic
Skinless plastic

My arms they are
See-through plastic
They are glass

Don't you know that I would
Never hurt you
You are such a pretty thing

I know I wish sometimes just
So I could explain things
Explain things
I wish that every time he
touched me left a mark

I fell down in the dark
Don't you start
I through down for my love
I almost threw up on the spot
When you showed up in the top
I almost threw up on the spot

And I want just to get it out
Get it out

I wish I had another hole to
Get it out (trepanation)

These drugs they are making
Me so sad
I can't stop taking them
This night it is making me so sad

And if there was a way
To get it out I wanna get it out
If there was a way
To get it out I wanna get it out