In a bodybag your language won't reach to my heart In a bodybag (?) won't show on my skin In a bodybag I can (?) drop from my heart That's why a bodybag seems to tending to me, it's tending In a bodybag I drew the holes in my veins In a bodybag (?) the sound of my bones In a bodybag (?) range (?) And you wonder why it seems to tending to you, it's tending Before I tell my story at the end of my part I will go with my body to girl in the part Then I'll scratch down to transform my soul with the stone And there's no need to panic when I'm down alone I tell my story at the end of my part I will go with my body to girl in the part