I scrape my name off the seven skins of excess   I hang my pickled brain on the rusty nail of   Success   I scratch my sodden skin stained eyes...   I scratch my sodden skin stained eyes   With the suffering of my kin and kind   With the suffering of my kin and kind   With the suffering my killing's kind   My killing kind   My killing kind   My killing's kind   My killing's kind      I wanna know how you feel from the inside out   I wanna know it feels out of my sinside   On your inside   I'm on the sinside      This is the anthem of the dispossessed   This is the the endless chain that sprouts aggression   This is the bigotry that grows and grows into   Oppression   I am the poison water that lies within your well   These words are wind though you wear them well   My wretched blade turns to your wrists   Endows it with it's special gift   I scratch my sodden skin stained eyes...   I scratch my sodden skin stained eyes   With the suffering of my killing kind   My killing kind   My killing kind   My killing's kind   My killing's kind