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