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