The house doesn't feel like home,
 mother. Not since you
 left for the other world
 after father left for another house
 from outside town
  
 Now there's just me
 here. And my older brother who
 is younger than me mentally
 and will remain so for the rest of his life
 He still hears whispers
 coming from every dark corner of
 the house
 and because of this our electric bill
 is enormous
  
 I can no longer take this
  
 I'm not strong enough
  
 I'm not willing enough
  
 This cross is too damn heavy. It's
 breaking my back, breaking my soul
  
 I want to get a better job
 and eventually a car
 and a wife
 and start a family
  
 I can't do that while taking care
 of my troubled brother
  
 I quit.
  
 Tonight
 I will make his nightmares come true
 The electricity will go out
 and suddenly the whispers that come from
 the dark will become voices and
 then screams
 and they'll get him
  
 A rabbit can die if it gets too
 scared. I believe this is also
 valid for my troubled brother. I'll only make
 sure to leave a few sharp objects
 near him
  
 I know he'll do it
  
 And I'm sorry that he'll do it
 but there's no other way to break
 this shackle
  
 One day
 I'll debate the issue with you, mother
 But for now you can't argue with me
  
 so I win by default