Lyrics:

The young offender at prayer
You look good in despair
Artemis of the job
I won't when you stop

Faith, torn apart
No, no one
Yes, no one

(Batti Batti Batti Battitore
Inala Inala Inala oro
Elevati oro elevati orora)

Oh brother sleep
Oh sister finality
Your simple curtain
Opening ever opening
Mournfully appealing
What do you want me to do?
I want you to kill me
Crushed to death
Crushed to death

Fate, turn it out
Like a hole, turn it out
No, no one
Yes, no one

(Batti Batti Batti Battitore
Inala Inala Inala oro
Elevati oro elevati orora)

My room is a mess,
My hair is black and blue
My new phone is pink,
My dress is a fishnet dress
My face looks soft
My eyeshadow
Is like Cleopatra
My contacts are bright green,
My braces are real
My pose is for you,
My freckles are for you
My shirt has no buttons,
My finger is my mouth
My hijab is polka dot,
My head is resting my wrist
My gaze is never going to settle,
My beauty mark is from a pen
My wig fell onto the pillow,
My smirk is a shadow
My glasses have purple frames,
My village is 6600 miles away
My arms are chubby,
My nose smells horrible smells
My kiss comes from a scream,
My heart is going to crack in half
My gold tooth is knocked out,
My baseball hat hides the truth
My name is romantic,
My thoughts are pretenders
My bra strap is a new feeling,
My jaw is uneven and unsure
My posture is by demand,
My skirt is thrown up
Over my head
My curls are fading fast,
My ambition is still,
It is still to be a star
My pyjamas don't fit very well,
My knees hurt
My little shirt matches
My little shorts,
My skin feels like
A breaking case
My appearance will
Stress you out,
My bikini looks dumb
My shower is the least
Refreshing thing about it
My only recourse is
There is no recourse
My bindi has been rubbed to
The side, my frown is for always
My family will never
See me again,
My goofy jokes
Hide my goofy damnation
My giggles excuse
What just happened,
My tears and my drool
Are all the same
My fear is for one and all,
My dead and childhood
Is just beginning
My make up is like a rose,
My motto is sham pain for
My real friends
My age is on a card
And cannot be disputed
My nails will be broken,
My pelvis will be broken
My feather boa feels like
The butcher shop,
My favourite band is I don't know
My complexion is
Flawless for hours,
My awareness is the
Same as fainting
My party is private
My day has been endless
My night cannot possible go on
It doesn't matter what you think
Do anything you like
Because I was born dead
And I was born to die