Though muddy streets and murky water
I found myself – my mothers daughter.
All that’s left is a shell of me. All that’s left is what you see.
In filthy rags and dirty skin I found a killer deep within.
Through muddy streets and murky water All that’s left , is my mothers daughter.
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