Haunt

Chew the skin with that stupid grin

As you tear off another piece

Suits to spin spit the organs in a bin

We make friends as slick as grease

All alone in the boiler room

You touch him the way that I touch you

And you say what haunts you, now it can haunt me too

Lord, I know, I swear I know

Whoever it was, it wasn’t me

It’s just the flu, and I can share it with you

Shake you 'til you can’t speak

Alone in the boiler room

Touch him the way that I touch you

Now you say what haunts you, now it can haunt me too