[Verse 1]
I've got chariots, where the horses lay dead
I've got a fist, where thirty dollars should have been

[Verse 2]
I threw him down the stairs
Dixie cup, nose bleeder, I
Know the feeling well
Vile veil surrenders, cuts himself
On a soda can, then
Kicks it down the subway tracks
"I don't mind the feeling of, fading out"

[Outro]
"I don't mind the feeling of, fading out"
"I don't mind the feeling of, fading out"