Likeness Of Vanity - Ringworm

Scratching

Fingers numb, knuckles raw

Bloated and fattened for the kill

Pounding

In the heart, in the hands

Cesspool of embyronic scum

Holy hands caress and savour you

But I do the things you wish you could do

The witchhunt is on

A sin of loyalty and love

The witchhunt is on

A moral switch to fuck the dove

Severed season, mass decay

It ushers in a new age

The witchhunt is on

A sin of loyalty and love

The witchhunt is on

And I’ll kick and scratch and bite my way towards the sun

Scratch, I’m scratching away

And I’m scratching away at the likeness of vanity