Heart in Squalor Lyrics

With status, build a keep
With nothing to shoot at inside.
Make a few bricks out of me.
If you want a piece of my life,
You can have the whole thing.
Whatever you know me for, I abhore.
Whatever makes you fond of me, I'll spit on.
I'll spit my rotten teeth on you.
With what good I have been,
I was only being trifled with.
Living to serve addiction,
My head is screaming when I kiss.
I can't love anyone.
Whatever you want me for, I abhore.
And when I'm starved out of town,
Don't say you're sorry.
Don't hawk me your regrets.
You can take your feather bed
And stifle in it.