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 one and 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

Let it slide, let it slide
Ignore me and everything I've done
For words, like bullets they know when [bad word] 
And taste the tracks, and taste the tracks

Of the waste in my head and you face me instead
Well ignore me and everything I said
For I am stupid, I am poison.

I held in my hand but it's hard, so hard to see reason
It's dark behind your smile and I can follow through

I close my eyes and I pray, yes I pray
With your wild, call the pace
Taste the track of the waste
With your wild, with your sweet
With your cold black-eyed teeth