I'm out in the nighttime shivering, riding in the rain with a package I'm delivering, deserted-ass house in the creepy streets of Riverton, everybody says, don't go, or you'll probably never live again, wtf is wrong with you, why would you go to the house, where ya mama, she was slaughtered right in front of you, but me, I didn't listen, I was doing what I wanna do, trying to find an object from my past, it's important so, off on my way, following what the informant wrote, soon, I arrive, there's a kitty there, adorable, cat runs off, follow him, I find a door that's broke, get into the house, the conditions there, deplorable, creeping thru the muck, fuck, I'm searching for the bedroom, step in something wet, damn, it's smelling like a cesspool, water getting deeper, shit like this is meant to test you, but it aint stopping me, you can save that for the next fool

When I think about the past, in this house where they deserted us, I think about the times when their actions disconcerted us, I think back to the moments every day when he was hurting us, and all the times my mama didn't think to be concerned with us, he'd beat us all the time, never giving us a reason, a motive, a cause, every day was beating season, he'd ease in, drunker than a fuck, already peed in, his pants, swinging blows, like he don't know the hurt he's leaving, he's thieving, conniving, has the devil in his eyes and no emotions, 'cept for token ones, he used when he deprived us, the night he beat my mama, til her eyes were staring lifeless, he made us help him bury her and laughed like he was Isis

Hook
Don't return to your childhood home, let the ghosts there wander, leave the memories alone, so the next time you dreaming bout the memories of home, just remember that those memories, were sad and alone


So I'm finally in the room, my brother told me bout a wall, where the bricks look shifted, if you push one, it will fall, there's a room built behind it, said he built it really small, put your hand inside the opening, you're looking for a ball,I think I feel it!, I press it and the wall opens clearly, also, I hear a cough that's sounding like its near me, crawling over there, undernourished, like severely, I see the man who took my mom away, he seems to fear me! pitiful to see, but it gives me satisfaction, my brother musta put him in this hole, like somewhere back when, the incident had happened, the night that he attacked him, and beat em really bloody, with a pipe, I saw he cracked him, the last time we seen him was that night, my brother dragged him out, put em in the truck, never questions on his whereabouts, my brother sent me here with a package ima empty out, I pour it in the hole, Sulfuric Acid? OH SHIT, I'M OUT!!