Déborah's Son

That’s not what I want to hear
Just kill me I don’t want to be right here, with me
With me, With Me
Now that’s late I am so big
I have to eat and think of things that haunt me
Hurt me, I sorry

El entorno que provoco
Me siento solo, me tratan de loco
El hijo de un monstruo

And I’m not sure how could you live
With me and knowing I’m part of him