You're always saying that you're filling me. But what you're really doing is
killing me. "Birds of a feather flock like lice." Like buzzards on a carcass,
it feels so nice. I shot your daughter and I shot your son. But you're the
reason that I got the gun. What makes me sicker is you pull the trigger. A
super-duper-sucker salvation for her? Salvation's killing me. It costs you
everything. Don't say it's free. I know when you're high you might kick a man
while he's down. Part the Red Sea just to leave me and watch me drown
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