Alas Here Come The Hypochondriacs To Wait… Lyrics

Drained blood from your own spine in a trophy.
Dead skin cells drip charity crumbs.
Biting the hand that feeds,
Deemed an unhealthy meal.Locust - Alas Here Come The Hypochondriacs To Wait… - http://motolyrics.com/locust/alas-here-come-the-hypochondriacs-to-wait-lyrics.html
When slipping on someone else's elbow grease,
Gurgling devices loose their appetite.
Mirages seem to commission blame,
While pointing the finger cracks the mirror.