آهنگ: Classic Crime (The). The Silver Cord. God & Drugs.

I scrape the glass for crumbs and ask the mirror for some truth.
I loaded my body with chemicals, it was no use.
Cause retribution's coming for the years of this abuse,
And I can't get away and still I can't get close enough to You.

You won't go away,
But every hit is just a taste.
Something scares me in this place.
I self destruct for days.

It's a constant reminder of what I can and cannot have.
The smell, the taste, it's all just fake, the truth is what I lack.
So I will keep on running and keep my head above the ground,
And I will look for You in places You cannot be found.

You won't go away,
But every hit is just a taste
Something scares me in this place.
I self destruct for days.
You won't go away,
But every hit is just a taste
Of all the things I need to face.
But it's all so fake.

"It's okay," a voice says, "We all look elsewhere."
It's true, that I look elsewhere, for you.

You won't go away.
You won't go away.
You won't go away.
You won't go away.
You won't go away.
You won't go away.
You won't go away.
You won't go away.

You won't go away,
But every hit is just a taste
Something scares me in this place.
I self destruct for days.
You won't go away,
But every hit is just a taste
Of all the things I need to face.
But it's all so fake.

You won't go away,
But every hit is a taste
You won't go away,
Still I've been gone for days!

(Thanks to Juli Banda for these lyrics)