At 4 in the morning
At 4 in the morning
the fucker was fuming
not holding back anything
shouting he would do everything
to make me feel small
- if I didn’t give it in to him.
I can’t give you everything
cus then you’ll have everything.
But I realised the score:
He’d take away my hands,
he’d take away my hunger,
he’d take my voice away,
he’d take away my balls.
If I don’t give in to him,
if I don’t give it all to him
The madman will cut my throat.
