When my hands were in the blood
Red and purple as a jam
I forgot to say to God
How unfortunate I am

I don’t look for empty walls
Crashing thoughts and strange devices
I just play with silly dolls
Giving them my bad advices

What I was and what I am?
Silence, laugh, so cruel and dirty
This is blood and not a jam
Drink, my dear, don’t be naughty.