Waste

I'll hold your hand when you are feeling mad at me When the monsters they wont go, The windows, they wont close, I'll pretend to see what you see How long, I say how long, will you re-live the things that are gone? The devil's on your back but I know

Punch to the face Makes you hit the floor Such a disgrace And you came back for more What do you waste What do you score A wicked embrace A willful rapport [Chorus:] Stuck in the waste Caught in the waste Blood on the face Makes you hit the floor Suc