Numb - Right... (Santa Sangre) lyrics

Future written Future written past intent Counting clocks cowering entrenched Hard and fast yeah penance is supposed to hurt Twisted lines barbed wire words Right in spite Right in front of my face Blinking eyes Blinking eyes blurred buried urge Psychic dry heaves minds refuse to work Handing out victims punishing the cost God like grip writing off the loss Right in spite Right in front of my face Not a chance Not a chance I'm a coin you flip Oo babe you're losing it Gasoline in the bath a smoldering bed Still you won't believe a single word I've said Right in spite Right in front of my face Right in spite Right in front of your face