With your wild, call the pace

Taste the tracks of the waste

With your wild, with your sweet

With your cold black-eyed teeth

I close my eyes and I pray, yes I pray

Let it slide, let it slide

Ignore me and everything I've done

For I am stupid, I am poison

I take this oneand I taste the tracks

I taste the tracks

Of the waste in my head

And you face me instead

I must be drifting somewhere

I held in my hand but it's hard, so hard to see reason

The burning is here, is only here to follow through

But here it is harder than a screaming fist and I hate it

It's dark behind your smile and I can follow through