Текст песни Recoil - Drifting

Текст:

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

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