Noisy-le-Grand 

Cold & Well-lit Place

If my body is a temple
Then it was built from bricks of stress, cortisol and neglect
Early in life have lead to its deformation

Constant humiliation
Constant belittling
Constant ridiculing
The banging on the walls never stopped 

Es ist Frühjahr und noch verdächtig ruhig an der Helmpropaganda-Front.

I need a second skin
Something to hold me tough
Can't do it on my own
Sometimes I need just a little more help