Still sitting today,
I can still feel yesterday’s killing.
I don’t remember any life outside this place.
I’ve been trying to find some sense, something behind it all,
there’s no luck in being alive,
in watching my sisters and brothers being taken,
their flesh torn apart.
I know what’s going on,
I’m just waiting for the sky to fall,
I’m just looking for this heartache to stop.
Mornings and nights look the same to me,
light doesn’t mean a thing.
I remember I was born out of a cancer, I remember that painful day.
I hate the sun for giving me life.
Just hope it’s gonna end soon.