I've been feeling low The last couple of months Drowning god in all my problems Coughing up smoke and chrome We rust as one A part of the whole It's such a quiet thing to fall No longer do your whispers crawl Within in my skull (into my skull) Within in my skull (into my skull) No longer do your whispers crawl (into my skull) I've been feeling a high from the hate I know you feel it too, I know you feel it too This just makes me long for the days of the red deluge Sacrificed to the cruel hand Wrapped around my throat Ask if i give a fuck I vomit chrome I vomit chrome