• Written By: Mackenzie/Kenny-Smith/Walker/Craig/Cavanagh/Harwood

Flick the switch
Hell's itch
Derma-glitch
Hell's itch
Bewitched
Hell's itch
Perpetual twitch
Hell's itch

Why, why, why when my nail glides through my epidermis does it feel so joyous?
The deeper the cut
The thicker the blood
Subcutaneous fat feels good like that
Dancing beneath my wafer-thin crust
Teasing me
Taunting me
My unquenchable lust
If I only could locate this bug
Oozing under like a slug
I'd slice my skin to get within
Lacerate my own linchpin
Nominate my next of kin
Destroy myself with no chagrin
Find the source of this deep remorse
Buried deep inside me like a sunken horse
Rooted below in the innermost abyss is a fathomless unscratchable itch

Shed my skin if need be to suppress the itch for it would fill me with glee
Whatever is this persistent yearn to rip off my skin and stop the burn?
Crawling tender temptations
Catacombs beneath the layers of hatching eggs
Thunder threads
Claws enthralled in pitted keratosis
Lacerations peeling paper-thin
Barbecue skin
Deeper burying

Flick the switch
Hell's itch
Derma-glitch
Hell's itch
Bewitched
Hell's itch
Perpetual twitch
Hell's itch
Rising pitch
Hell's itch
Latent witch
Hell's itch
Grisly stitch
Hell's itch
The old adage: Pain is easier to endure than an itch

Shed my skin if it need be
To suppress the itch would fill me with glee
Whatever is this persistent yearning to rip off my skin and stop the burning
Crawling tender temptations
Catacombs beneath the layers of hatching eggs
Thunder threads
Claws enthralled in pitted keratosis
Lacerations peeling paper-thin
Barbecue skin
Deeper burying

Flick the switch
Hell's itch
Derma-glitch
Hell's itch
Bewitched
Hell's itch
Perpetual twitch
Hell's itch

Let the sun burn
Oh, my cells gurn
When the skin drips I sing the hell's itch
Deep in the compost
Believe that the worm can still see the light
Sing the hell's itch
I sleep with the rat who's kiss has set me free
Oh, I sing
Oh, I sing the hell's itch
Prick the ceramic
Bodily condom be gone
Oh, baby please be gone
The breeze on my flesh feels so fuckin' good
Look at me now, Helen
Yeah, I'm finally red
Yeah, I'm finally red

Why, why, why when my nail glides through my epidermis does it feel so joyous?
The deeper the cut
The thicker the blood
Subcutaneous fat hurts good like that
Dancing beneath my wafer-thin crust
Teasing me
Taunting me
My unquenchable lust
If only I could locate this bug
Oozing under like a slug
I'd slice my skin to get within
Lacerate my own linchpin
Nominate my next of kin
Destroy myself with no chagrin
Find the source of this deep remorse
Buried deep inside me like a sunken horse
Rooted below in the innermost abyss is a fathomless unscratchable itch