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