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    Understand, I don't hate her
    I hate what she's become
    (Sorrow bringer)
    I hate the illness
    Wouldn't it be better if you put her—someplace?
    You mean an institution?
    What if I made you a promise to always be faithful and always be honest?
    Would you have matched me, and would you have meant it?
    I know when you lying, girl, don't even try it
    I take agreement from out of that silence
    I hope that you know just how serious I'm 'bout it
    If I should die here, I'm haunting the grounds
    And if I should die here, I'm taking you off it

    Oh, you piece of shit
    What if I went out to work and the shaft had collapsed
    And I never came back?
    Huh, what if I came home at 12 for you?
    Thought it would be—and you sittin' on his lap
    Huh, maybe I lift up my axe and I clock in at home, just try picturing that
    Huh, I'm getting under his bark
    And I'm counting the rings, and I'm eating the fat, fuck

    Wait, hold up, I'm steppin' it back, now I'm playing it back
    Wait, I'm taking it back, nah, fuck it
    I'm tryna see how he work, I'ma take him apart and try puttin' him back
    I'm wonderin', how could you fuck up this home?
    We were lively and warm, now you dead in a sack
    Fuck it, I'm burying you by the bridge
    So you bounce off the boats, and fill up with rats

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    Oh, you're a piece of shit
    What if I went out to work and the shaft had collapsed
    And I never came back?
    Huh, what if I came home at 12 for you?
    Thought it would be—and you sittin' on his lap
    Huh, maybe I lift up my axe and I clock in at home
    Just try picturing that
    Huh, I'm getting under his bark
    And I'm counting the rings, and I'm eating the fat, fuck
    Oh, you're a piece of shit

    I've grown tired
    My hands rest, wired, tied up
    I've nothing to regret, I love it so much
    Four walls holding my soul
    I almost threw up this moment
    My rage keeps growing so much

    What if I went out to work and the shaft had collapsed
    And I never came back?
    (Grow so much)
    What if I came home at 12 for you?
    Thought it would be—and you sittin' on his lap
    (Grow so much)
    Maybe I lift up my axe and I clock in at home
    Just try picturing that (grow so much)
    I'm getting under his bark
    And I'm counting the rings, and I'm eating the fat, fuck

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