Garden Centre Parasite
[Verse 1]
The legless sea creatures that follow your boat
And make food of the waste that you throw overboard
I'm increasingly sympathetic to their cause
For a parasite I am becoming
For a parasite I am becoming
[Verse 2]
The slithering leeches that cling to your skin
And suck out the bad blood lying stagnant within
I have known for a while that I'm on of their kin
For a parasite I am becoming
For a parasite I am becoming
[Verse 3]
Kneeling in front of the full-length mirror in your room
Squinting so that I might see inside me
Reaching clammy hand into my little swollen gut
Finding only clammy entrails wrapped around it