1. Dearth

From the recording Mojo Suicide


Now the blessed eat a worm o' my heart
Martyr paste it up to the day
In an incense suffocater display
I kiss the chummy avant on guard
In a crowded room is a face
The palette of a marvelous guy
He didn't even bother to try
To bleed me of my comfortable space

I only came along for the ride
In troubled waters I will jump
If she's looking for a currency pump
I'm not a licensed nautical guide
It's always easy getting nowhere
On the premise of perennial loot
Until it's time to execute
I'll leave it to somebody who cares

The answer is in the question