What are you listening to right now?

Pencil - Traitors They didn't pour salt on my wounds when it was needed... I lived only for my own, the rest was a pain! But those I won't forget, forgot me... They sold themselves out, took on the guise of Judas! They dreamed of living forever! Saving their own skin - by fleeing! Pitiful creatures... not even worthy of revenge! Not everyone will agree, hardly! Even whores have feelings! Even cops have feelings! Even murderers have feelings! What about traitors - there's nothing here!