Bottom Feeder Lyrics

Long walks with my temper
Take me down a dead end street
In contemplation;
Where do we start at the end?
Before I could collect myself
I'm vacuumed in by a figure's armspread
With fiery gasps of iron-air
Cornered in my circle of friends
Won't he speak to you?

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Emptied on the floor
Were the shells of my defenses
Placing in his own
Bullets of condescendence
Those people shafted me
Of my social weaponry