You call me the waste of your life A tiny spot and, I call it the spice that you've called too hot I call it demand of daylight. A piece of real life But you call it "trust" in dirty hotels And what I’ve desired my whole life All I believed in But found the truth in minutes I got And all I adore. All I would die for You just take it as a matter of course
Kill and raze me. All of your swearing Just another killing essay Kill and raze me. Only to give me Your talion try. For what I've begun
So call me the waste of your life I call it fate and careless and brave I follow behind