Living in a downward spiral
Picking at my scabs
Darkness, sweat, the stench of piss
Are all I really had
My nerves are shot, my eyes are red
My skin is glazed in grease
My hair is matted in clumps of oil
And upon my scabs I feast
Scab addict
Scab addict
Scab addict
Addicted to scabs
Nothing left
But blood and puss
And there’s enough
For all of us
Scab addict
Scab addict
Scab addict
Addicted to scabs
Addicted to scabs!
Chosen
To be the ones that die
Leave us
To be consumed by flies
No
More
Consumption
No
More
Redemption
Scab addict
Scab addict
Scab addict
Addicted to scabs