Scars adorn feeble arms
Running tracks- like the train to Carinthia
Where nightmares lived and remembered
I was there, too

I was there with the razor
With emotions perturbed, disturbed, and unnerved
The first cut was pain
The second cut was alive
A third or a fourth
Longed for bloodless abortion
And through a vacuum of idle
I planted discarded fetuses
Burying them deep in this island of rape
I was there, too
I was there

You can laugh
But I am that monkey
The monkey that cries
The monkey with a handful of shit
Rattle my Cage!
Rattle my Fucking Cage!
How many times can You die?