[Chorus]
Choking on my blood again, I wake up and I thank God
I feel like fucking garbage, I guess that mean that I ain't gone
Keep on talking like you want it, 'cause I could make those veins clog
I think everyone's against me, so watch out who you name drop
Red, red, red, bitch, I think I got a fetish
When it's only me and you, what we could do is endless
When I walk into the room, I hear you getting desperate
When I walk out of the room, your body is now headless

[Verse 1]
Fit the mood, Charles Manson record looping on repeat
Carefully I make incisions, collect the blood, and bag the meat
Got me an embalming table, take a drink and take a seat
While you fall asleep, pierce the neck, and really let it leak
"August Underground" on the TV, you know what that means
I'm feeling hella devious, I'm filling needs with sickened deeds
I'm tryna feel the gums, I'm using tools to pull out all your teeth
After "Mordum" plays, throw on "Penance" just to feel complete

[Bridge]
Depraved fucking degenerate, depersonalized depravity
A fetish that I crave on leaking on verges of insanity
Writing some cyphers, where she is, but you won't know
After all I am waste—when I'm dead, where will I go?
[Chorus]
Choking on my blood again, I wake up and I thank God
I feel like fucking garbage, I guess that mean that I ain't gone
Keep on talking like you want it, 'cause I could make those veins clog
I think everyone's against me, so watch out who you name drop
Red, red, red, bitch, I think I got a fetish
When it's only me and you, what we could do is endless
When I walk into the room, I hear you getting desperate
When I walk out of the room, your body is now headless