The sun is swallowed by the horizon
He happily crawls back to the sad den
Right under the bridge
And sadly recalls the past
He can still see,
The lifeless body of the womb that carried him
Lying in the ocean of blood
And the angry sperm donor carrying the axe
He takes his knife and walks to the streets
To rob and run
And whoever tries to fight him
He sends him to the grave
He is a dead-walking man
He never cares