Wiseman closed his mouth. Madman closed his fist. Younk man shows his age. Judge man named it sin. Bad man don't exist no. No evil man exist. Good man don't exist no. No righteous man exist. Sad man cannot cry in place where man can see. This old man thought it weak. But strong man don't exist. No undying man exists. Weak man don't exist no. Just flesh and blood exists. But your mother would be proud of you. I bet your mother would be proud of you. The beast will crawl this earth. Then fall in the dirt to feed the crows. They'll rip apart his flesh. Til all that's left is glorious bone. So you'll bury your own. Too vain. You saw it unfold. What you know. And you claimed all you could hold. Until death did you apart from the mess you made. I bet your mother would be proud of you. I bet your mother would be proud of you. Primate sharpens tool. To survive and thrive in the jungle. Maybe hearts were made to pum blood. Maybe lungs were made for flood. I won't blunt my blade for cut these chains. Rather let my limbs be drug through mud. You're my brother but your eyes are cold. You're my sister but your womb is bare. I bet your mother would be proud of you. I bet your mother would be proud of you. Bad man don't exist. No evil man exists. I know good man don't exist. No righteous man exists. Strong man don't exist. No undying man exists. Weak man don't exist. No just flesh and blood exists