Cry, cry, cry, cry 

Wires around your arms
Like wires around your head
[bad word] of me
Above your bed 

I've seen your wounds
That you can't hide
You bleed well
When I cry 

Cry, cry, cry
Scumgrief, Scumgrief
Scumgrief, Scumgrief 

Smell the rats of deviance
Coursing through your veins
Rotting faith in your self
Confined alone to decay
I've seen your wounds
That you can't hide
You bleed well
With the rat inside