Deep inside there's trace in me hollow like my own belief. Time is right, and I need something to waste it right, to waste it right. Close your eyes, and see the shadows dance in disguise, their fingers fucking tense. Faded lines, there's a chance to waste it right, waste it right Whatever you've heard whatever you've seen to me it's just a little piece of your mind Roaming 'round wearing frowns again, going down and never surfacing, lacking life, ‘cause I need something to kill it right. Close your eyes, and see the shadows dance in disguise, their fingers fucking tense. Faded lines, there's a chance to waste it right, waste it right. Whatever you've heard whatever you've seen to me it's just a little piece of your mind.