Up-cut (and the regrets)

Every fucking sin that I’ve ever committed is coming back on me, it’s eating me alive.
Don’t you want to be with me, don’t you want a piece of me, come let’s eat.

I see the father of her, he’s drinking, like every dad, like every bitch in here.
I my self is not a father, so I take the drugs, she couldn’t stop me, but she, tried.


A world coming down is like a bird falling from the sky and hitting the ground without a pip.
You and I, and the Father and the Mother, will suffer, pray, and be up-cut.
See it, love, hate it, truth is we’ll motherfucking die.


My skin I white, except for the sores, they are bleeding much, I collect the blood, and drink it.
She sits by my side, trying to talk me to sense, but I just take another shot in the arm.

She slaps me, screams and yells, but I just laugh, and asks if she wants some of the “happy water”
She says I’m a fucking idiot, but aggress, she gets an overdose, and the last thing she says is…


A world coming down is like a bird falling from the sky and hitting the ground without a pip.
You and I, and the Father and the Mother, will suffer, pray, and be up-cut.
See it, love, hate it, truth is we’ll motherfucking die.


(Said in a slow deep tone)
The last thing she said was I love you, I believed in it, and joined her on the hospital, were we both died, holding hands, and smiling.