kill myself

What in God's name are you talking about?

Your son, Mr. Thorn. The son of the devil

You're insane

He must die, Mr. Thorn!

I've been thinking 'bout some bullshit

'Boutta take a gun and load it up with a full clip

Put that shit up to my head and I pull it

My brains fall out and my eyes go close

God damn, you look so fucking gorgeous

The way that you're looking at me it's so morbid

God damn, baby come to my fortress

Yeah I'll give you the world, yeah

Your all I adore, bitch

I give up, baby girl, yeah I forfeit

I give up, baby girl, yeah I forfeit

I give up, baby girl, yeah I forfeit

You gave me something that I could never forget

I give up, baby girl, yeah I forfeit

I give up, baby girl, yeah I forfeit

I give up, baby girl, yeah I forfeit