I'm missing The hole Where the day stopped. I'm running From the light From the street The past unfolds in droves and unwinds Keeping in the mold A blindside Forayed into eyes as black as tar Ducking the scoma I'm kissing The ground Under brown fog I stumbled To your arms To be freed Propped me up to be stung by their darts I never considered prejudice The unknown turned to hatred in the click of a sigh Ducking the scoma I'm handcuffed in revulsion Turned away And I'm fighting The need To relapse Propped me up to be stung by their darts I never considered prejudice The unknown turned to hatred in the click Of a sigh Ducking the scoma.