Something soulless sold you, it hates you   They wear the sheepskins, but you are the monster   Breathing men would kill, yeah      Lucy don't go, hold me, haunt me   Tinctures, they taunt you, when you are the monster   Breathing men would kill, yeah   Breathing men would kill, yeah      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 wash you away   Tucked in and gagged now say your prayers      Lipstick tourniquets work   When the poison begins to take hold.   And for what reward?   So the simple can suck on the rinds.      Breathing men would kill!      Fucking fucker