Oh my god
Let him speak
No he's not abusive
Just ultra violent with his eyes
You're so f**ing intrusive
He's north river baptized, and he just needs…
The sound of bullets
And the ache behind your eyes
When you claw beneath
With such urgency
It breathes fire to his life
It's his sickness, that's spoiled the sheets
Gold flaked covered faces, blood and rain in the streets
Grandfather
What have you done?
Where is your son?
Oh my God
There's blood in her hair…
He's no man
No father!
I know who lives behind those eyes
He's murderous…
I'll show you violence
And the grit under nail
From your fatherhood fail
May she rest by the river
In young cold water quiver