By the Fireplace in White

The drifting night
 Begets my footsteps
 The drifting night
 Begets my footsteps
 I press this pavement
 Until my feet scrape
 In the back of my head, I
 Saw you in the back of
 My head, I found a knife
 Dangling from your face
 Looked like a seed
 Too many gauges
 Our thoughts controlled
 My head is much bigger
 My claws, my fingers
 Dipped in blood
 They've been cut too many times to be warned
 You'll find, you'll find
 You'll find, you'll find
 I took my head off, I
 Saw you in the back of
 What's in the back of?
 A knife dangling
 Rub my face
 Looks like a seed
 Too many gauges
 My thoughts controlled
 My head, my fingers
 Digging around
 My fingers drenched in coke and blood too many times
 Too many handling, too many handling
 Too many handling, too many handling
 For, for, what for
 For, for what, for what, what for
 Find, you'll find, you'll find, you'll find, you'll find