I have the weapon ready, a shot to the head.
Do I kill you, or kill myself? Violence is moving me.
Today I am in mourning; my love has died.
It left along with my innocence; it is rotting.
I wish I could make you eternal, I'd like black magic.
I wish I could poison myself; I'd like some indifference.
Ungrateful man
You threw excrement all over me
Poor, vain man
You even bring shame upon me
Your lack of conscience is such
To even leave me naked
I feel so very small
I've been left so very alone
Why did we travel so much?
So much, what for?
To end up
Stamped upon the wall*
Ungrateful man
Ungrateful man
Ungrateful man
Ungrateful man