Bottom Feeder lyrics

Song information

Artist: Cave-In
Album: Until Your Heart Stops

Lyrics

Long walks with my temper take me down a dead end street in contemplation;
Where do we start at the end?
Before I could collect myself
I'm vacuumed n by a figure's armspread with fiery gasps of iron air
Cornered in my circle of friends
Won't he speak to you?
Emptied on the floor were the shells of my defenses
Placing his own bullets of condescendence
Those people shafted me of my social weaponry