JACOB&PATRICK: Wake up! Oh that's right, your eyes I did cut. You lie there screaming without your tongue. I put your legs in the air, making your child forever young. This was a bit forced, I must say, but frozen in time your child will stay. I saved him from this earth, not giving him a chance for birth. As you lie crying from the holes in your head just smile knowing that your child is better off dead. Goodbye now, go home! Yes I might call. Just kidding, I will not call, not even maybe, not even at all. Yes. Wait, what? They have doctors for such things. Yes, yes. I know you’re a slut-butt. You really should get that baby gone. If not it will rip through you and come back home. So look, look, you waited now it's too late. So, as finger nails pierce you and blood pours out. This baby was mine, it was fate. But you as a mother was a joke. Now we both smile as you begin to choke. Found all need to feed an addiction. Living for false hopes in a world of fiction. Destroying all life just to keep your own. Within two houses we have no home. I slit the throats of those still unborn. Stay with open arms because your legs are torn. You used to call me baby. Just slit my throat instead. I can not help but shake from all the ghosts still in my bed. You say you love me more than all the voices in my head. What's the point of living if we’re all better off dead?