Drifting - Recoil

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 to come

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