ΣΤΗΝ ΕΡΑΣΙΤΈΧΝΙΔΑ ΠΟΥΤΆΝΑ ΤΟΥ ΠΡΩΚΤΟΎ ΑΡΈΣΕΙ ΌΤΑΝ ΓΕΜΊΖΟΥΝ ΌΛΕΣ ΟΙ ΤΡΎΠΕΣ ΤΗΣ

I live inside my own world of make-believe **** screaming in the cradles, profanities

I see the world through eyes covered in ink and bleach

Cross out the ones who heard my ***** and watched me weep

I love everything Fire spreading all around my room

My world's so bright It's hard to breathe, but that's alright