I was never granted mercy since birth

Staring at the barrel of a loaded gun

Begging for its wielder to pull the damned trigger

The woes inflicted on my were all for money

Or was it drugs? I'm assuming both.

Wrong place at the wrong time, that was

Betrayed by an alleged "sister"

And not the biological kind, but you get the gist (I doubt it)

I don't have a sister anyway.

What did you expect from America?

I'd rather isolate myself upon the nearest mountain

Oh, and what about that condo in Europe?

To hell with it. That dream can burn for all I care

I'll even broadcast it throughout this wretched planet

I might even torch a subway car in New York. Who knows?

I wouldn't miss this cruel earth even if I was in Hell.

Life is far worse than hell to begin with.

New York was long dead from the start

I prefer the pinenuts in the nearby forest

Might as well kiss this song of mercy goodbye.