So you're trying to live so fast
But you're still coming in last
Never gonna be so proud
Go and shove your head in the clouds
But you know
How it goes
Now it goes
Come on, call him back again
When it's itchin under your skin
It's become your only friend
Bet you're gonna wind up dead
Just a taste
Want a taste
Need a taste
Wait, slide into the hill
Forget everything that's real
I found you
All them weeping your tears
Spiral down into what you chose
Coffin closed
Brimstone flows can you feel it burn?
Graveyard churns