No mother's name, no father's face. She found me in the darkest place. I lived in back rooms with damp floors, Ate thin soup with hard bread, Then I learned when to grin and when to flee, There's no mercy for the naive. Knife in the sleeve and nimble on the feet, I take what I need, then slip away. While I walk through the dark streets, I keep my heart as tight as I may. I'm scum, I'm scum, that's what I say. When you look my way. I'm scum, I'm scum, but I come back to me. When I touch the soul of thee. Down through the dark, I sold my blade. One lonely contract after I got paid. Spore-dust in my lungs, web in my hair. I danced through the shadows and I'm no longer there. Will never be caught, picks in the wrist. A thief in the heart, a ghost with no guilt. Then the dark taught me how to blend, how to vanish and appear yet again. Misty steps, vanished and unseen. Cloaked in the darkness like a second skin. I'm scum, I'm scum, that's what I say. When you look my way. I'm scum, I'm scum, but I come back to me. When I touch the soul of thee. Still, I know her hands when they find mines. Even if I pull back and draw the line. I know that look before you speak. I say I’m nothing, yet you... No, you make me weak! I'm scum, I'm scum, that's what I say. When you look my way. I'm scum, I'm scum, but I come back to me. When I touch the soul of thee. I'm scum, I'm scum... yet.. I stay. When you call my name. When you call my name.
