Lyrics A.C.D. (Abcessive Compulsive Disorder) - Nothing

A.C.D. (Abcessive Compulsive Disorder)

Swallow, corrosive confection
Decay, rotting in your wound
I can, wallow in your filth
I live to
Here we are again
Can someone find a cure because
You know me and you know I am not well
I always knew
Id eventually hurt you
Infection, My bacteria
Always, give you all of me
Old aches, from your new mistakes
Same mistakes
And I will leave you
With a bad taste in your mouth