I saw how you beat my mum
you were drunk even when you consived me
just like some demon who want's to make sure
that the legacy will carry on even after your
rotten plan gets revield
And yes i hated jesus and all that shit, but
i hated you even more
you beat my mum and drank your job
picked me up every weekend
i was scared
you lied and tried to poison my image of mom
you drank and yelled untill you fell to the ground
in the morning there was just a bloody floor and silence
the mornings i craved
I don't mourn because you died
i would cry if you were alive
