Pitchfork - Twitch lyrics

You make it easy to grovel, maam, I follow you around with a shovel scraping up the scraps that you throw down. I'd listen to you before I'd see you leave (not much else to do) what about... What about me (snif) the runny puppy (snot) surgically removed from you. Left in 'spite' left in 'sickness' obsolecense like excess baggage over the side. Attention affection in rations. Obsolecense cut off cut up like something weak and useless scrapped in graphic detail like a parasitic twin again & again.