You said we were connected So I should’ve felt indebted? Manipulating fake shit, Fuck, you took my name for granted You broke my trust How can you look into my eyes? Call me your flesh and blood? Flick of the blade Carotid spray Livid in the dark Pulsation play Slow crawl of the razor’s edge A lurid dance of death Gutter rat eulogy a poem in disharmony Enough is enough Enough is fucken enough The blood of the covenant Thicker than the water of the womb Oh my fuck… Push off the pave Cradle to the grave Womb to the tomb Read the fucken room Existence owed Existence solved Non-existent youth Non-existent truth Street urchin poetry Eulogy without harmony Gutter rat eulogy a poem in disharmony CUNT! The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb.