you see Husk and Angel Dust... Husk sings Husk: So things look bad, and your back's against the wall Your whole existence seems fuckin' hopeless You're feelin' filthy as a dive bar bathroom stall Can't face the world sober and dopeless You've lost your way, you think your life is wrecked Well, let me just say you're correct

Angel Dust: Wait, what?

Husk: You're a loser, baby A loser, goddamn baby You're a fucked up little whiny bitch

Angel Dust: Hey!