Texty: The Haunted. Collateral Damage - EP. Narcotic.

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[Music & Lyrics: Dolving]

Crud scraper.
Lowlife solutions.
Trapdoor fucking exit out.
A new level of debasement.
A klansman mentality in a crackwhore corpse.

Mass psychotic,
assassination of free will.
It's narcotic,
a sickness from within the flesh itself.

You live it alone.
Hopeless.
Deaf dumb and blind.
So loaded.

Bought and paid for.
You become a liability on your own.
At least you transformed into something you promised
and learnt how to crawl.

Dissolving - losing definition.
Distorted - Your vision's lost in a blur.
Impotent, self-absorbed,
filled with despicable pity for nothing.
A DIY masterpiece of absolute bullshit.

It's narcotic,
a sickness from within the flesh itself.
You live it alone.
Hopeless.
Deaf dumb and blind.
So loaded.

It's a perfectly comfortable substitute
and I'm allright
(I'll just sit here and scratch all night)
can't you feel it crawl?
can't you feel it crawl?
(I've got something inside me)
can't you feel it crawl?
can't you feel it?
Crawl.