that bruises don't compare to those pacifiers
and that scars under my skirt don't compares to the ones i got in my heart,
with my dirty face 'cause dirty was your love;

that i hide in the trenches 'cause your arms were not enough warm
and i don't know if one day i'll come back
to my earth and to your lap,
as one day the sun hidden away,
today he came back

that i play my life,
oh well, virgin mary,
and that facing the enemy,
written is,
i am who i am
i was who i was
i'll be who i'll be

sike.

-ari