Blood comes from the incubator... You are still wondering.. How you came here, how they got you, how we live here.. Everyday you cough hard, you are soaked with poison in your lungs Life so desperately predictable now, you even hate your maker now Your parents.. What were they thinking.. And your friends.. Why are they so blind? As for me, don't ask more and I'll tell you that: I don't care where they bury me - I don't mind where they bury me Forever in Hell without a heart, forever in Hell without a heart Everyday we struggle in Hell without a heart Everyday I walk, every single distance from my home to something that gives me money - Everyday we struggle in Hell without a heart There is no family... No there is no such thing.. Everyday we live and get sick with a little help of our own... Everyday we struggle in Hell without a heart Is this a start? Or an end? Forever in Hell without a heart.. As for me, don't ask more and I'll tell you that: I don't care where they bury me - I don't mind where they bury me Forever in Hell without a heart, forever in Hell without a heart