Figure 8歌詞

See that face from across the room
And i can feel you`er nothing
Show you fear it`s not hard to see
Intention`s pale it`s blinding
Stop from the place i`ve been
No good for the shape i`m in
I`m slow to the race you win
You wanna take me out
Stop with your face off in
My space and the wicked descend
No taste