i sit here, isolated, waiting for the blade to come down
so what the **** do you expect me to do
i'll make damn sure i burn my words into your skull
because it's clear now, there's no hope in sight
the money's gone, i'm gone....
i'll have to start working up the nerve for another forced suicide
or maybe they're looking for another hit man
done with another cowardly 'drop'
and chains they use to get rid of people
and cover their *****
and you work for them
for three months now
i've gotten nothing but silence for you
and your self-indulgent shame
you're afraid to acknowledge me
you treat my life like ****ography
you rape me that way
you just watch me like a tv show
like a reality show that's more real than the ones on tv
so i've had enough
you've had months and months to talk
i've been communicating since the bull**** last spring
and you've been silent
i'll interpret that as an assent to my death
you can go back to your lawyer life
you're all killers
this will make things easier
it's just one worthless little working-class girl
no one will know....
you've had a year to communicate
i've given up waiting for you to come down
the money goes, i go
