Songtext von Smell Awaits (Mozart's 8th)

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