28 days have passed,
It's time for the sacrifice!
A little bit of blood shedding
For a month of paradise.
A fetus slips out of your body
Like your thoughts slip out of your mind
And pain sometimes find its way
To torture the ones who're too kind.
Sour breasts, abdominal cramps,
Squids never feel such pain,
But bleeding with no wound, you see,
It's a ritual with no knife, there's nothing to gain.
So next time when a crime scene happens
In your so-white bathtub,
That means 5 days from now
You'll have four weeks of your blood being on lock down.
