I come alone Watch you come alone Much better on our own Right here sucking on our bones You faked your time But baby I did mine So you stayed behind and watched me cross the line Corrupt your body baby The dead body of Christ Youre 2nd last to nowhere But I guess thats alright You track the days that tracked your veins In uturn Your tires burn Of many shapes, in many places Its leaving marks, its leaving traces
uturn, baby, leaving, tracked, 2nd