Mama's gotta a gun

In the first place, you will get your filthy hands and put them in your pocket.
Firstly, you'll look at yourself in the mirror and bathe in disgust.
Firstly, look to all the mess that you've done. Look well.
Firstly, stop with all that manipulation and leave her alone.
The end for you.
So do it. And feel filthy with shame. Feel yourself in the hole, in the dark, in aversion - despicable. As once she felts. Cause there's nothing else you can do. There should be nothing in this world that can make you feel relieved. Because relief is you far away from anyone, from everyone, from her. You know that the salvation of many is the absense of some?
In the first place, you will get your filthy hands and put them in your pocket and you'll get the hell out of here. (Mama's gotta gun. Because mama's always take care. Always.)
Firstly, Let her be. Let her live. Let her bloom.
Damaged heart, strong soul.