Miscast lost pest He stands there with no face He's got no doubt in pocket Misfit protest He can hide in his skit He's got no bait in bucket At last offset, he needs blood He counted, "One, two, three, now" One more step to flip over Two more steps to run over I don't step across the line But I doubt if I will Break up myself like he did Blow up myself like he did Guess he lost that line so he's stained with the blood Upset fat fret Break slats, not yet He can't stand what he sees He's got so much pain in backpack At last offset... Five more steps to turn over No more step for dead rover I don't step across the line But I doubt if I will Break up myself like he did Blow up myself like he did Guess he lost that line so he's stained with the blood So vague, so thin So close and next to you There's no light that can lead you I just stand by and I look on It's fret, it's hate, it's threat It's rage, it's waste It's greed, it's plead They tempt me in... I see him too He's standing with no face He got something I don't have But I don't wanna care about what he got Don't attract me - Shut down! Don't pull my eyes And look down And I blink twice And I see sparks Now I'm back!