A body in million pieces,
there it runs in me like a sanctuary,
Scattering pieces in blank spaces,
A body in million pieces,
A national anthem of the broken.

Apparently we're a narrative story,
Apparently within us lies nothing of hazel eyes or beautiful dimples.
We look like murder cases,
We look like rape cases,
Like the story within us can send a life to a death sentence.

Apparently we look like broken shadows,
Where we go...