Did you do that to yourself?

There's things we don't talk about

Stop it, I don't like it!

Stop it, I don't like it!

Everything, too loud

Everything, too loud

Stop it, I don't like it!

Stop it, I don't like it!

Drips down your neck

She is in the floor

Everything, too loud

Everything, too loud

(The little girl will not look at any of this stuff. she was looking backwards at the little ones who were still inside of her, at the little one who is trying to stand up, the little one that's still crawling. At the little boys and the little girls who are still in there, at the ten year olds and the teenagеrs. And she was looking back at mommy, who still holds power to her and still holds thе ring, and outside of them is anger. I'm angry. I'm angry that it's taking so many goddamn people to put me together again.)