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
