Brother, friend, those where words I called you. That's up until, you stabbed me in the back. Leaving me, for death. Paralyzed, by your afflictions. A knife, right through the heart. I'd rather you, just slit my throat. Then stab me in the back.... Back stabbed, you took me for granted. Why not slit my throat. And bleed me dry. Cut throat. Bled dry.