This is a song about "Harm"

You know, kiss his mom. she gave him wisdom charm

She hurted me but didn't want to harm

Knowing you can no longer party

Hurt me harm me,cut me scar me,

And this the endso good luck with your career

Suicide and self harm leaving us all to fear,

Judged must be insane to wanna self harm

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

Tho' memories fadei got your name tated on my arm

Or did i sprout a new arm, cat squad causing all this harm,

The fire brigade laid rest to the flames and claimed no harm was done,

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

Is it for the best or is it doing more harm?

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb