Pick up the pieces of me You can have what's left

No matter how much you think you love him You'll still flinch when his blood pool

touches you

'Cause I'm scum, I'm waste, I'm what you want

I'm scum, I'm waste, I'm what you want I'm scum, I'm waste, I'm what you want

I'm scum, I'm waste, I'm what you want

He draws his sample so fast it feels medical Chest compressions in the incident support

vehicle And I know, it's Stockholm that you're

stuck on How high's your pedestal?

But maybe he'll be Jesus Maybe he'll be Jesus this time

Oh I'm scum, I'm waste, I'm what you want

I'm scum, I'm waste, I'm what you want I'm scum, I'm waste, I'm what you want

I'm scum, I'm waste, I'm what you want

I recall staring at the sea for the first time

My eyes wandered, took the sights from the both sides

They longed to be free, but all I could see Was horizon

That claustrophobic horizon