I am a musician; I can play you like a guitar. I’m on a mission, To break you apart. The broken, ****** bottle falls from my hand; A guitar pick hangs from my neck. Maybe if you’d been more of a man, I wouldn’t be such a wreck. The room is quiet now, You’re almost in Death’s hand. I make my silent vow, That when I bury you in this land, You’ll stop haunting me; And I’m deaf to your pleas.