I've got chariots where the horses lay dead
I've got a fist where thirty dollars should have been
I threw him down the stairs
Dixie cup, nose bleeder
I know the feeling well
Vile vail surrenders cuts himself on a soda can
Then kicks it down the subway tracks
[Outro]
'I don't mind the feeling of fading out'
'I don't mind the feeling of fading out'
'I don't mind the feeling of fading out'