I've burned, but it will never be quenched.
Scars that will never heal.
Slowly the pain will end into my death.
Selfrespect will never return.

Mutilated. Artificial made:
It ends into death that seems to be real surgery.
Trapped in the body of plastic art.
The body of plastic art.

I'm doomed to death.
To be or not the be.
Suffer to the future.
There's nothing left for me.

Artificial made
Artificial made
Trying. I'm trying.

Strictly seen I'm just a human being
but I've lost my face and identity within.
The soul inside me is eternal torn apart
by the mutilation of my tearing skin.

People are staring, looking at me, caused by my deformity.
Confine my destiny and the way they want to see me.
In this world, in this way I can hardly find a place.
Mutilated, brutalized and still a part of the human race.

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