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 Cry, cry, cry Scumgrief, scumgrief Scumgrief, scumgrief