What more
Can one sane girl do
But take part in the cutting, and bloodletting?
Constant hairpulling headaches endured
To get rid of the noise

Of this girl's last scream, another's last cry.
Your eyes shut so you don't have to watch
While whoever it is that's supposed to be here
Leaves all the bodies to rot.

No mausoleums, no graveyards
And no resistance left to fight
While the living rip open their skins

And fight with the organs
Like they're water balloons
And the one, one sane girl is the one
Who seems to be trapped.