The sharpest cut and endless tear,
I dug my grave thinking you would hear,
Blurred by the buzz, you wouldn’t care,
And you ran when the bill came in.
Pulled all my gold and all my worth,
But you came just to do wrong.
I will let it be your will,
And let your soul be free,
Because the Holy Grail I gave to you,
Became the last thing I ever spilled,
For you.