I bathe myself in a pool of blood,
seeking shelter from those who dare destroy my peace.
Calluses all over my hands,
But there\'s nothing I can\'t fix,
In the same way it is believed the hair on my head is my own.
I’m just a mere old lady,
With the appetite of five men,
the entitlement of a criminal with nothing to lose,
and the everlasting rage the devil would recognize from miles away.
Leave me in peace as I bathe in this pool of blood.