I got a choke chain
 Made out of nightrain
 To keep your memory down,
 In quicksand from the main man,
 To drown everything out.

 We were out on a joyride
 [bad word] up from insides,
 Always at a dead stall,
 From sticking pins in a miniature man
 Who can’t feel it at all.

 See you later,
 See you later
 If I see you at all,
 See you later.

 Walk through thick mud
 Looking for new blood,
 Thinking I heard your name,
 [bad word] imagination still giving me pain,
 Just to find you with your masterminder [bad word] your affairs,
 Saying how you're better now
 Since it killed all your other cares.

 See you later,
 See you later,
 If I see you at all,
 See you later,
 See you later,
 If I see you at all,
 See you later,
 See you later,
 If I see you at all,
 See you later.