Knife digs, like a whore.

The sex, doesn't smell the same.

Rabies, you bite and destroy.

Cancer, is the sore.

(Chorus)

You wait for it to come around.

(End Chorus)

The cut, it won't heal.

You bleed, rape your seed.

I find, you're no good.

Laugh, at your open wound.

(Chorus)

Lost hair, falls in your eye.

The ticks, crawl up your thighs.

You, want to scream.

But you hold, it inside.

(Chorus)