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