You know i cant describe this place

and in we orphan walks

i cant return there

they told me every way was blocked

but i was born here too

in this small house that now is dust

underneath your furniture

all in time, just be patient

theres no words for all this handed up to us

four heffers wrapped in shirts black with earth

so i dont care what you do

use every means to break my will

shake through my skin

until theres nothing left to kill

fly down my throat

and push upon me with great force

ill swallow all of you

to sleep inside my corpse

all inside, close my mouth up

theres no words for all this handed up to us

four heffers wrapped in shirts black with earth

so call me out

onto the beach and in the night

to search the camp

and tear up everything in sight

they took my diary

600 pages that i write 



upon this body

all this time will soon explode

for theres no room with all this handed up to us

four heffers wrapped in shirts black with earth