In the womb I was given a dazzling chain saw

My first choice to make in search of my own will



Clinging to that limitless freedom

I bade farewell and dropped, tearing open warm flesh



My screams pour from the opening I've torn out

Looking up into a spiral of light, my existence has become ripe



Within a fountain of blood

And someone's sadness

I am always in the middle



The body which undulates.

I am a chain saw.

The fact which isn't changed.

I am a chain saw.



Still lacking my own personality

I can't erase the feeling of being torn apart



Within a fountain of blood

And someone's hatred

I am always in the middle



The body which undulates.

I am a chain saw.

The fact which isn't changed.

I am a chain saw.

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