scratching fingers numb knuckles raw bloated and fattened for the kill pounding in the heart in the hands cesspool of embyronic scum holy hands caress and savour you but i do the things you wish you could do the witchhunt is on a sin of loyalty and love the witchhunt is on a moral switch to fuck the dove severed season mass decay it ushers in a new age the witchhunt is on a sin of loyalty and love the witchhunt is on and i ll kick and scratch and bite my way towards the sun scratch i m scratching away and i m scratching away at the likeness of vanity