I called it my paradise
Life, sublime, before the vice
How could our sweet melody
Turn and burn to this twisted tragedy?
Did you really fail to see
We were a happy family?
Our perfect dream,
Fucked, every seam,
And all because of you.
Of all the times that seemed worthwhile,
Reality turned it to denial
Your psycho bullshit is but filler,
You change me wickedly to vengeful killer.
Miles away my brother's dreaming,
My poison needle's got you screaming.
Don't scapegoat me with your fucking habits,
For I'm the coyote, you are but rabbits.
Your track marks show your brain is fried,
Torn up by swine, that's when you died.
Snitch-ass bitch, I dug your ditch
Stay down, get down, wait- you can't lie
I'd like to see just how you die.
In some hole, just like my mother
Far away, just like my brother
Shoot up Comet, choke on vomit
Thunk, the trunk, I see your brains
Even in paradise it bloody rains....
....Fucking crackhead....
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