Something soulless sold you it hates you
  They wear the sheepskins, but you are the monster
  Breathing men would kill
  Lucy don't go hold me haunt me
  tinctures taunt you, cause you are the monster
  breathing men would kill
  blame me for this as you sit in your counting room
  coughing up blood just to spit in my mouth
  soon you'll be gone and the rain will was you away
  tucked in and gagged now say your prays
  Lipstick tourniquets work when the poison
  begins to take hold. And for what reward?
  So the simple can suck on the rinds.