Locust - Alas, Here Come The Hypochondriacs To Wait With You In The Lobby lyrics

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Drained blood from your own spine in a trophy.<br />

Dead skin cells drip charity crumbs.<br />

Biting the hand that feeds,<br />

Deemed an unhealthy meal.<br />

When slipping on someone else's elbow grease,<br />

Gurgling devices loose their appetite.<br />

Mirages seem to commission blame,<br />

While pointing the finger cracks the mirror.