you know i cant describe this place   and in we orphan walks   i cant return there   they told me every way was blocked   but i was born here too   in this small house that now is dust   underneath your furniture   all in time, just be patient   theres no words for all this handed up to us   four heffers wrapped in shirts black with earth   so i dont care what you do   use every means to break my will   shake through my skin   until theres nothing left to kill   fly down my throat   and push upon me with great force   ill swallow all of you   to sleep inside my corpse   all inside, close my mouth up   theres no words for all this handed up to us   four heffers wrapped in shirts black with earth   so call me out   onto the beach and in the night   to search the camp   and tear up everything in sight   they took my diary   600 pages that i write   upon this body   all this time will soon explode   for theres no room with all this handed up to us   four heffers wrapped in shirts black with earth