Maak of braak [English translation]

Homemade social weapon

Unknown hand gestures

Dead people pretend to know me

In the graveyard where I live

All the skeletons laugh at me

That I am shoving my heart down my throat, piece by piece

Drink now this blood of mine

It's the only thing of mine that you can have

I cut my veins open especially for you

And just say it looks pretty

The perpetual child in the back of my head

Trembles anxiously and tears his stiched mouth open

Just like stillborn babies, I don't cry

Over the unfairness of life

No one really lives

I have thrown up all my food and secrets

Just say it looks pretty

Just say it looks pretty

I have swalled all that fucking shit

Tried to drown myself

Just say it looks pretty

Just say I look pretty

Panicked, anxious, and alone

A prince of darkness

I serve myself alone