Who is this, this mad old apparition, crawling through the streets?
Blurting nonsense, teeth all rotten, milky tears excretes.
Barefoot in December, feet all swollen, blue and purple bruises.
There's food in the garbage, moldy melon, methanol it oozes

People cross to the other side, but sometimes don't notice me in time.
They are too busy looking at their phone and in their way I slime.
Or touch 'em like a creep, I grab their arm, ignore their lame resistance.
I like it cos although they're scared they acknowledge my existence

I have deep respect to these noble entities, creatures of a hopes and dreams.
They work and build and innovate and renovate I hold them in the highest esteem

I like to sneak behind young girls, and suddenly grab their shirts
I like to crawl, on all fours, surprise them under their skirts
Ha, if a dog would suddenly lick a girl, she'll go aww cute and pat it on the head,
yet when I do it, it's screams of rage, I don't blame them my soul is dead

I used to know a girl, whose name was Jane, we lived inside a fable.
We would hang out by the fire, listening to records, on her old turntable.
When I closed my eyes, I laid in her arms, listening to all her silly talk,
making fun of me making fun of her, never tired of her sarcastic jokes

But now when I blink I see something very different,
soulless demons, their eyes are vacant.
So I no longer sleep, just feed on your revulsion,
a repulsive, hateful, vile abomination

But soon you'll rid of me, my brain has been corrupted,
my bones have turned to sludge, I'm sure my blood's infected.
Soon I shall be expelled from this existence
and relieve you from my pitiful presence