Hounds In High Stakes

Sink in, dig in
Let me feel your petty pain your feast, your spread
Have you had your fucking fill, sit down, head down
No room for a quiet mouth, sink in, dig in
Nothing but the bitter bones is Left
Finding meaning for this feeling, all my fake friends cold and scheming
Damage my nerves, I’m numb
Sharp teeth don't show no slack these days, tear flesh cause I'm nothing but sick
Feasting off the flesh that you leave, dead dogs won't steal nothing but graves
I am burning all the dead weight
I'm burning off the dead weight