Parastie Culture

My words are laced with sulphur Pick the bones just like a vulture Sick to death of this parasite culture My words are laced with sulphur There's nothing left you vulture Sick to death of this parasite culture Evil intent I saw red In a trance state of malevolence Twitching hands turn to manic fists All these motherfuckers staring at me Thinking I've got no teeth Underestimate my bite bitch I have an affinity with vengeance Let me taste your metallic essence running down my face Under the skin dealing damage within You are the virus I am the antidote My words are laced with sulphur There's nothing left you vulture Sick to death of this parasite culture Evil intent I saw red In a trance state of malevolence Twitching hands turn to manic fists My insides feel like they are splitting Splitting at the seams, nothing is what it seems Destined to fade or immune to the pain Every cut more pronounced but it still feels the same Switch blade pressed to my tongue I'm spitting acid up from my lungs My blood is seething Your fucking presence makes me sick Two faced parasite Sycophantic hypocrite You fucking parasite