Bermondsey Bosom (Right) - King Krule

Slipping into filth

Lonely but surrounded

A new place to drown

Six feet beneath the moon

He arose a bloodsucker

Painting black and blue objects

With projections of himself

It was always about himself

He jerks inside

His guts twist

Sits in the big smoke and thinks of her

Me and you against the city of parasites

Parasite, paradise

Parasite, paradise