Cry, cry, cry, cry
Wires around your arms
Like wires around your head
A crucifix of me
Above your bed
I`ve seen your wounds
That you can`t hide
You bleed well
When I cry
Cry, cry, cry
Scumgrief, Scumgrief
Scumgrief, Scumgrief
Smell the rats of deviance
Coursing through your veins
Rotting faith in yourself
Confined alone to decay
I`ve seen your wounds
That you can`t hide
You bleed well
With the rats inside
