Brat Attack (The)
Breathe
It was the first time that she saw the sun Warmth felt like nothing she felt before How could beauty exist for all she had known? As the blade slit her throat, the blood came to flow Breathe, you find it hard to face the truth
These four walls is where she had became aware Of a harsh existence she had to endure How one create such pain and misery Without the smallest compassion, How could you not see?
Never saw the sun, never breathed fresh air Her existence as a product her flesh to tear To consume, a nation blind to her pain Suffering ignored, she died in vain
From Letras Mania