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I scrape my name off the seven sins of excess I hang my pickled brain on the rusty nail of success I scratch my sodden, sin-stained eyes I scratch my sodden, sin-stained eyes With the suffering of my kin and kind With the suffering of my kin and kind With the suffering my killing's kind My killing kind My killing kind My killing's kind My killing's kind I wanna know how you feel from the inside out I wanna know how it feels out of my sinside on your inside I'm on the inside This is the anthem of the dispossessed This is the endless chain that sprouts aggression This is the bigotry that grows and grows into oppression I am the poison water that lies within your well These words are wind though you wear them well The wretched blade turns to your wrists Endows it with its special gifts I scratch my sodden, sin-stained eyes I scratch my sodden, sin-stained eyes With the suffering of my killing kind My killing kind My killing kind My killing's kind My killing's kind