Tapping The Vein - The Accused

You say you’re living an empty life

Your days filled with nothing but misery and strife

Nobody to call your own as you’re slowly wasting away

In this rat-infested hole that you call home

Tapping, tapping, tapping the vein

Rusty razor blade slices deep

Blood spurting

From the gashes in your wrists

Rats are crawling out

From the cracks in the walls

Rats are crawling down

Crawling down your arms

Lapping up your blood

While it’s still warm