Two days later.
He woke up strapped in a hospital bed.
Next to another man who wanted to be dead.
Started writing his own eulogy.
A shamed up, kind of man he turned out to be.
He had black blood.
Running off his veins with the cat's grit.
Mouth corner stained and stomach pains and charcoal like spit.
He'd forgotten what was holy.
He thought this is it.
Long ago he had resigned to be a piece of *.
Why you gotta keep on torturing?
You can't pretend to be me.
Jesus I admitted I'm a big * phony.
I locked myself up in prison and I threw away the key.
But I'm tired of being tortured Lord.
I just wanna be free.
Mmmmmm...
Ooooooh...
He had a certain respect for the earth
Like probably nobody should
Probably because he grew up beside the woods
Where his little sister would always be his best friend
But even she would be betrayed by him before the end
He survived by pretty sisters and a mom and a dad
And what was left of the love of the woman he once had
His last words went from
Reminded what his legacy would be
Tell him I'm not worth remembering
Just forget about me
Why you gotta keep on torturing us
Haven't I paid enough for all the drugs that I've done
My poor mother
My mother's praying you take back her only son
Why you gotta keep on torturing yourself
You are directly responsible for your own poor mental health
I locked myself up in prison and I threw away the key
But I'm tired of being tortured, Lord
I just wanna be free
But I'm tired of being tortured, Lord