I became the color
 I became the daughter and the son 
When the feast is over  [bad word] to another one 
Lay my body down down down upon the water wrapped up in the clothes of my mother and my father 
Oh this is wrong and I wanna [bad word]  I was waiting around and (…) I had hunger (…), but not (…) 
You'd do anything just to get rescued I had longing isn't that the key? 
Take, take, taste, taste, taste sweet

They said I've gone south, said I've gone asunder 
They don't know hunger or what I've been under
They were all laughing, thought
 I was debris I was just free 
We were ready to be hating
 But there's no freedom with anarchy
 Whatever you think, you've [bad word] (…) is where [bad word] from 
Oh no no take me from my misery
 There's no such thing as [bad word]  There's no such thing as going home I'm not (…) myself alone