Wasting, wasting my time. Thought I could change your mind. But your heads too full of ideas. Bad ideas, they get you nowhere. You're walking down a path that I can't follow. You're slipping away. The tongue in your ear. The hand on your neck. Your vision is clouded, what did you expect? You're searching for the light, in a world so cold. And you're looking at the devil, to keep you warm. Wasting my time. Thought I could change your mind. But your heads too full of bad ideas. Bad ideas, they get you nowhere. You're searching for the light, in a world so fucking cold.