Right...

Future written future written past intent counting clocks
cowering entrenched hard and fast yeah penance is supposed to
hurt twisted lines barbed wire words right in spite right in
front of my face blinking eyes blinking eyes blurred buried
urge psychic dry heaves minds refuse to work handing out
victims punishing the cost god like grip writing off the loß
right in spite right in front of my face not a chance im a coin
you flip øø babe youre losing it gasoline in the bath a
smoldering bed still you wont believe a single word ive said
right in spite right in front of my face right in spite right
in front of your face