Lyrics

Weed me out. If judgement itself could speak, it would beg If wishes were horses, beggars would ride I am an enemy factory - making them prodigiously Poisoning whatever touches me by dozens, by hundreds, to infinity Weed me out. I'm a self-abusive black hole from which no sympathy escapes There's a riot in my skull where sheer will is all it takes To create the darkest place in the world and disappear in it I am an enemy factory - making them prodigiously Poisoning whatever touches me by dozens, by hundreds, to infinity