I feel I've reached the end before I've reached death (woo) Pick up the pieces of me, you can have what's left No matter how much you think you love him You'll still flinch when his blood pool touches you
'Cause I'm scum, I'm waste, I'm what, you want I'm scum, I'm waste, I'm what, you want I'm scum, I'm waste, I'm what, you want I'm scum, I'm waste, I'm what, you want
He draws the samples so fast, it feels medical Chest compressions in the incident support vehicle And I know it's stockholm that you're stuck on (woo) How high's your pedestal? But maybe, he'll be Jesus Maybe he'll be Jesus this time
Oh, I'm scum, I'm waste, I'm what, you want I'm scum, I'm waste, I'm what, you want I'm scum, I'm waste, I'm what, you want I'm scum, I'm waste, I'm what, you want
I recall staring at the sea for the first time Woah! I recall staring at the sea for the first time My eyes wandered, took the sights from the both sides They longed to be free, but all I could see was horizon That claustrophobic horizon
Compositor: Ash Kabosu / Joe Goldsmith / Mark Boardman / Wilbur Soot