Can I see you behind this smoke screen 
Can I feel you [bad word] my blurred eyes 
Beat is just wrecking my senses 
Tension breaking ears and fences 

Greyout flaccid bodies melting 
Lips close and cold as ice 
I surrender to your offering 
 [bad word] instinct over lies 

It’s vacuity versus pride 
Through smoke only hollow eyes 

Dancing without an ounce of class 
We’re waving like repulsive magnets 
Disembodied bones copulating 
In a pathetic stance 

This smell is still just around here 
Burning bodies under lights 
Beat is just wrecking my senses 
Sticking to it before I faint 

So vain I see through 
So wretched I want you