Bottom Feeder

Aversion to light I'll seek my prey
Elsewhere the weak are in abundance
Vulture picking at scavenged remains
Food for the worms when it rains
It pours down in buckets on my head
Job I got a job I got a job for you

I can't wait for you to turn your back
On pins and needles of the beaten track
I'll be gone before you realize
Don't stop to wonder
'cause they're ain't no reason why

Body swimming in ether wind
Fiending they wait their turn to stick it in
One by one and twist it
Tell their friends they missed it
Burning with her fuck-ups
She kneels in shame to kiss it
They sell themselves so cheap it make me laugh
Drain them till they're dry and keep their half