Now you cannot wait
Just to instigate
Can you keep the faith
Or is it too late?
Smell awaits, smoking Mozart's 8th
The smoke dissipates
Now you're left with hate

Now, in the end is fate
But no fear or taste
Just and empty place
I guess the point was made
Smell awaits, smoking Mozart's 8th
And the debt was paid
For the ground was laid

Left you in a state
For to contemplate
It seems at this rate
It's far too late
Smell awaits, smoking Mozart's 8th
The release from hate
And enter conscious state