Aversion to light I'll seek my prey

Elsewhere the weak are in abundance

Vulture picking at scavenged remains

Food for the worms when it rains

It pours down in buckets on my head

Job I got a job I got a job for you

I can't wait for you to turn your back

On pins and needles of the beaten track

I'll be gone before you realize

Don't stop to wonder

'cause they're ain't no reason why

Body swimming in ether wind

Fiending they wait their turn to stick it in

One by one and twist it

Tell their friends they missed it

Burning with her f*ck-ups

She kneels in shame to kiss it

They sell themselves so cheap it make me laugh

Drain them till they're dry and keep their half