I feel I've reached the end before I've reached death (oh-woo)
Pick up the pieces of me, you can have what's left
No matter how much you think you love him
You'll still flinch when his blood pool touches you
'Cause I'm scum, I'm waste, I'm what (you want)
I'm scum, I'm waste, I'm what (you want)
I'm scum, I'm waste, I'm what (you want)
I'm scum, I'm waste, I'm what you want
He draws the samples so fast, it feels medical
Chest compressions in the incident support vehicle
And I know, it's Stockholm that you're stuck on (oh-woo)
How high's your pedestal?
But maybe he'll be Jesus
Maybe he'll be Jesus this time
I'm scum, I'm waste, I'm what (you want)
I'm scum, I'm waste, I'm what (you want)
I'm scum, I'm waste, I'm what (you want)
I'm scum, I'm waste, I'm what you want
I recall staring at the sea for the first time
My eyes wandered, took the sights from the both sides
They longed to be free but all I could see was horizon
That claustrophobic horizon
