(S. Weiland)

Torment the tortured, teach me things 
I'm so alive 
Speak to the speechless 
you have inside 

You can hunt for the hunter 
He's got nowhere to hide 
You can seek with the seeker 
But hold on for the ride 

Keep [bad word] I'm going all the way 
Keep [bad word] I'm going all the way 
Just give me a half a chance 
From throwing it all away  [bad word] to the place that hides the pain 
you have inside 
Cover my chain it hides the strain 
only to glide 

You can hunt for the hunter 
He's got nowhere to hide 
You can seek with the seeker 
But hold on for the ride 

There's nowhere to turn, nowhere [bad word] 
You can fly with the fader, fly it. 
Fly it on [bad word]  
There is nowhere to turn to nowhere 
There is nowhere [bad word] 
You can fly with the fader, fly it.
Fly it on [bad word]  

It's too late, time is gone 
Later on again 'cause no one's leaving 

Look away