Distorted soundtrack

Some therapy gone wrong

What else do you need

What more do you need from me?

Numbers

Keep on running through your head

You memorised it all

And yet what good will it do?

If you were not there

How can you have suffered?

See the world

With clenched teeth

And glaring eyes

Make them frightened

And remain.

There's blood on the concrete

And blood on your hands

Do not pretend

That you don't understand