Marked

Ema · Past Life Martyred Saints

My arms, they are a see-through plastic

My arms are a secret bloodless skinless mess

My arms, they are a see-through plastic

They are a bloodless plastic, skinless plastic

My arms, they are a see-through plastic

They are... glass



Don't you know that I will never hurt you

You are such a pretty thing



I know I wish sometimes just so I could explain things, explain things

I wish that every time he touched me left a mark

I wish that every time he touched me left a mark

I wish that every time he touched me left a mark

I wish that every time he touched me left a mark



I fell down in the dark

Don't you start, deep down from my life

I almost threw up on the spot

When you showed up in the club

I almost threw up on the spot

I want just to get it out, get it out



I wish I had another hope to get it out

These drugs they are making me so sad and

I can't stop, wanna take them in



This night is making me so sad

If there was a way to get it out, I wanna get it out

If there was a way to get it out, I wanna get it out