In Likeness of Vanity
by Ringworm· from The Promise
Scratching
fingers numb knuckles raw
Bloated and fattened for the kill
Pounding in the heart in the hands
Cesspool of embryonic scum
Holy hands caress and savor you
But i do the things that you wish you could do
The witch hunt is on
a sin of loyalty and love
The witch hunt is on
a moral switch to fuck the dove
severed season mass decay it ushers in a new age
The witch hunt is on
a sin of loyalty and love
The witch hunt is on
and I'll kick and scratch and bite my way toward the sun
Scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch
I'm scratching away, I'm scratching away
Scratch, scratch, scratch
at the likeness of vanity