It was me, that chipped my teeth On the bottle of red And I feared the raspberry seed How can this be? That I would fear the ones who would hold me And insight fires, under those who would never chase me I will recognize One of these late nights All I've left behind It was me, bit the hand that feeds And slipped away Without thought of the bleed How can this be? That I'd fear the ones who would hold me And insight fires, under those who would never chase me I will recognize One of these late nights All I've left behind.