haunt - pile

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
touch him the way that i touch you
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