Underneath your head
Were found four cartridge of bullets
In your body, over four bullets
The holes were already seen through the fabric
That covered your body
Indicating that your head
Was covered in shots
The cloth was moved from your head
Was moved from your head
Was moved from your head
It had ten entrance holes and four exit holes
Many voices and questions
Without answers
I am trying
But nobody listens to me
I am trying
But nobody listens to me
The bad smell had taken
Over the place
Some parts of your body were already in decomposition
Without recognition
Without recognition
But something really strange connects me to this person
Some objects seem so much like mine
Deadly silence
Deadly silence
Deadly silence
All planned, no tracks
Cold death
No evidence
No suspect
I don't stop crying out
But nobody listens to me
I don't stop crying out
But nobody…
Daddy!!
You always took care of me
Why did you leave?
Still don't wanna believe
That the body down there is mine
Pray for your return.
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