Low Life

Walking down the industrial district
In the alleys following my instincts
see a green liquid in a barrel
put my hand in my skin turned yellow

(chorus)
waste of industry
scum of chemestry
corroding all you see
deadly corrosive acid

Now i´m rotting, my flesh is melting
i can't barrely stand in my feet
i am turning into something wicked
ready to eat the brains of my victims