I scrape my name off the seven skins of excess

I hang my pickled brain on the rusty nail of

Success

I scratch my sodden skin stained eyes...

I scratch my sodden skin stained eyes

With the suffering of my kin and kind

With the suffering of my kin and kind

With the suffering my killing's kind

My killing kind

My killing kind

My killing's kind

My killing's kind



I wanna know how you feel from the inside out

I wanna know it feels out of my sinside

On your inside

I'm on the sinside



This is the anthem of the dispossessed

This is the the endless chain that sprouts aggression

This is the bigotry that grows and grows into

Oppression

I am the poison water that lies within your well

These words are wind though you wear them well

My wretched blade turns to your wrists

Endows it with it's special gift

I scratch my sodden skin stained eyes...

I scratch my sodden skin stained eyes

With the suffering of my killing kind

My killing kind

My killing kind

My killing's kind

My killing's kind