The biological ones who made me grow   Laughed and spat on my face for pleasure   The ones who loved me aren´t here anymore   Rusting stupid names to fill their leisure      Psychedelic maybe is what I am becoming   Blood influences were so strong on my childhood   In my veins remains the scars of this pastime   Poisoning the new blood of this pulsing valve      Asking for help, my soul doesn´t assist   And I felt again like a vegetable   Ready to be served on this table, they insist   The buffet of the starving ones      Trying to posses my tissues   Your cannibal way of life   Treating me like your issues   Your fork and your knife      You will feel the taste of my bone   Gnaw it all, you wanna fatten   You´ll feel the haste of your wrong   Run away, I´ll make you mad