לא זכיתי באור מן ההפקר

Bruises on my skin - They can be like little gifts of pain to remind me of you.

Bruises on my mind - They can be like little monsters that ravage my waking hours and do not allow me to forget you.

A soul can lie fragmented and when my sight befalls on your presence, Is it a staple or a hammer that you're holding?

Do with me as you wish, I won't whimper, I won't object. I trust you