歌词
It's not easy is it?
Growing up without a childhood
I was brought up in an institution
My room was a cell, really
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There was an air vent there
I drew pictures around it
Faces to keep the devil out
I was told I'm like this (because of early) trauma
I'm disconnected
It was me
I tied him to that tree
I broke arms and fingers
Tore the skin from his body
And in the end
I opened his stomach
Reached inside and pulled out what was in my hand
I was 15 years old