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


Lyrics submitted by krig

Al Jazeera song meanings
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