Aluminum, it tastes like fear/ Adrenaline, it pulls us near

E-BOW THE LETTER, "New Adventures in Hi-Fi" (1996)

I can't look it in the eyes
Seconal, Spanish fly, absinthe, kerosene
Cherry-flavored neck and collar
I can smell the sorrow on your breath
The sweat, the victory and sorrow
The smell of fear, I got it