He spent the whole of his childhood
in the shadows of his brother
crying to be seen.

He spent all those years there
screaming in the corner
dying to be heard.

Daddy never looked up from his newspaper.
Mother never looked up from her magazine.
No one ever noticed the younger one's needs

So he hated his brother
who was so much more Abel.
He's much like the one who built the first city.

All that anger
and such frustration
beating on the soul.

Daddy never looked up from his newspaper.
Mother never looked up from her magazine.
No one ever noticed the younger one's needs

Aggressive movements
on other lost souls
bruises for rewards.

Nightly watering
too shitfaced to wonder
is there something more.

Daddy never looked up from his newspaper.
Mother never looked up from her magazine.
No one ever noticed the younger one's needs