A.C.D. (Abcessive Compulsive Disorder) Lyrics

Swallow, corrosive confection
Decay, rotting in your wound
I can, wallow in your filth
I live to

Here we are again
Can someone find a cure because
You know me and you know I am not well
I always knew
Id eventually hurt you


Infection, My bacteria
Always, give you all of me
Old aches, from your new mistakes
Same mistakes

And I will leave you
With a bad taste in your mouth