Waste

Found a stash of letters that she never sent
She thinks that I'm her handler from the government
Thinking of the things that I said I’ve been
New moon night, yeah, it's never been a better friend

Ice in the soul
Head in the rum
Metal fist in the glove
I do not know
How to become
Someone that you could love

Ice in the soul
Head in the rum
Metal fist in the glove
I do not know
How to become
Someone that you could love

Throw yourself around in all my darkest dreams
Put my fingers in the gears of a lethal machine
I wanna taste you
Dear God, I wanna waste you
I wanna face you
Dear God, I can't replace you

Ice in the soul
Head in the rum
Metal fist in the glove
I do not know
How to become
Someone that you could love

Ice in the soul
Head in the rum
Metal fist in the glove
I do not know
How to become
Someone that you could love