Look at what you made me do
Your pathetic
Apoplectic
Covered up with
Dirt and blood
F*cking get it
Jesus said it
My torture's forced under
The porch
A cystic-maggot-blister, I rot
Under the porch she'll stay
A well dressed corpse
In a pissed-on grave
Under the porch I'll lay
A depraved man
And his his faithless dame