It was a first, in my crib,

Listening to the sound of your voices yelling,

Lovely a start to the day!

Thinking it is an opportunity to start developing some good old habits,

earning my right to be here or die,

send me away so you can yell some more

to my face a little bit later,

I, growing my weeds inside with which to master one day

The art of getting you choked!

How would you like to lose a limb,

Maybe an arm, or your head?

A good reason to start haunting the ones responsible for your suffering,

Never finding rest in your bed,

Never resting in your own grave,

Still chasing the shadows of a past

Holding you responsible for your crippled paradise.