/[Music & Lyrics: Dolving]/
Crud scraper.
Lowlife solutions.
Trapdoor f*****g exit out.
A new level of
debasement.
A klansman mentality in a crackwhore corpse.
Mass psychotic,
assassination of free will.
It's narcotic,
a
sickness from within the flesh itself.
You live it alone.
Hopeless.
Deaf dumb and blind.
So loaded.
Bought and paid
for.
You become a liability on your own.
At least you transformed into something you promised
and learnt how to
crawl.
Dissolving - losing definition.
Distorted - Your vision's lost in a blur.
Impotent, self-absorbed,
filled with
despicable pity for nothing.
A DIY masterpiece of absolute bullshit.
It's narcotic,
a sickness from within the flesh
itself.
You live it alone.
Hopeless.
Deaf dumb and blind.
So loaded.
It's a perfectly comfortable substitute
and I'm
allright
(I'll just sit here and scratch all night)
can't you feel it crawl?
can't you feel it crawl?
(I've got something
inside me)
can't you feel it crawl?
can't you feel it?
Crawl.