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 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