The drifting night Begets my footsteps The drifting night Begets my footsteps I press this pavement Until my feet scrape In the back of my head, I Saw you in the back of My head, I found a knife Dangling from your face Looked like a seed Too many gauges Our thoughts controlled My head is much bigger My claws, my fingers Dipped in blood They've been cut too many times to be warned You'll find, you'll find You'll find, you'll find I took my head off, I Saw you in the back of What's in the back of? A knife dangling Rub my face Looks like a seed Too many gauges My thoughts controlled My head, my fingers Digging around My fingers drenched in coke and blood too many times Too many handling, too many handling Too many handling, too many handling For, for, what for For, for what, for what, what for Find, you'll find, you'll find, you'll find, you'll find