Marked Lyrics - Past Life Martyred Saints - Ema

My arms they are a 

See through plastic 

My arms are a secret 

Bloodless, skinless mass 

My arms they are a 

See through plastic 

They're a bloodless plastic 

Skinless plastic 

My arms they are 

See-through plastic 

They are glass 

Don't you know that I would 

Never hurt you 

You are such a pretty thing 

I know I wish sometimes just 

So I could explain things 

Explain things 

I wish that every time he 

touched me left a mark 

I fell down in the dark 

Don't you start 

I through down for my love 

I almost threw up on the spot 

When you showed up in the top 

I almost threw up on the spot 

And I want just to get it out 

Get it out 

I wish I had another hole to 

Get it out (trepanation) 

These drugs they are making 

Me so sad 

I can't stop taking them 

This night it is making me so sad 

And if there was a way 

To get it out I wanna get it out 

If there was a way 

To get it out I wanna get it out 

JS