I still have visions of you holding just what might be our baby girl

The dream of color race, I wonder if they would've saved our love

The really dragging thing is I know I don't love you anymore

I suffer visions here, at least I know that I won't make you wait

We were tripping out and having such a dreamy, luscious time

You got a rib and head and broke off so much more than you can chew

Before I knew it, I saw your face splitting its own self in half

Then your eyes rolled back and I felt

The hand of God take my last call

And I watched you die

I watched your fingers turn black

We cleaned your mouth

Of all the vomit inside

I called the line

And hoped you'd make it back

And your body did

But your mind erased what we had

Exiting the room, you seem entitled to my servitude

Your words are deafening, I do not know what I would do with you

My hermano says that God thinks that I'm wrong to have my rights

My own father thinks that it's my charge to watch my neighbors die

I know he's not wrong, but where's the hope in discounting the earth?

I'm so tired of Christ, the way he makes my family see the world

If I ought to live, then look me in the eye and take my soul

Let me be the husk you want to see and use to stretch

And put through this sick joke of an end time

And I watch you die

What if the cancer comes back?

I know a cross can burn

I know my lungs are so black

I'll bury you

I hope you don't bury me

I'll see you always

I'll see you well