A Fall of Rain - Hawk's Eyes Serie

Protokoll: Erbe schwarzen Blutes IV; part 27

Datenübertragung: Kaya Cuano (POV)

Refrain:

Get up, get up, I'm the heir of black blood

Get up, get up, get, get up, get up, get

The heir of black blood

The heir of black blood, uh!

*

Once upon a time when I was too kind

When I had no spine (black blood)

When I heard her whine (black blood)

A friend of mine (b-b-b-black)

I asked her why (blood)

She told me her relationship wasn't fine (b-b-b-black blood)

So I hold her tight (black blood)

But then I recognized ...(the heir of black blood)

* BEAT, BEAT

Don't take me for granted I understand that you're sick but honestly you can suck the dick I'll soon get

(actually not 'cause I don't want your mouth to stink on me)

I still smell your breath in my dark daydreams

Fearing connection, never get rid of my erection

Electrify, pacify, passing by, suffering, hunting the hunter which demonizes my wonders watching Cosmo and Wanda wondering witchery witches, so called magical bitches

Like you!

Cut yourself deeper and go call me your preacher

I know that you're keeping the pieces, you piece of shit

I don't wish you to stop trying but don't you dare to regain what we had – best friends?

No, to me you're fucking dead!

You promised me to love me to survive your own prophecy of damaging yourself so you could get help

But I won't help you anymore!

You were my Kendal, you whore!

I thought the time we shared was art

Instead, you didn't slap me but at least broke my heart

Again and again

So we fell apart – and it was your fault!

Couldn't accept my real sex and wanted me to hold

You told the others you were leaving me for my own health

That you would sacrifize yourself for my transsexuality 'cause you were a lesbian and I knew that this was a lie 'cause now you're aligned to another dying ...

... man you can use and abuse to bash him bruises

To an narcissist, a codependent?

I don't fucking care, I'm still offended!

And I have any right to be

What's up, Mon Chéri?

You were the pillow trying to smother me

Fuck you!

You're the voice of my OCD, can't stop tracking my calories

Even if I'm proud of selling me there is no one who's paying me