Crush
Anthrax
Volume 8 (1998)

Now you see me now you don't
Go before I am the goat

You get away with murder, kill me when you're through
Do I have to give up me, to be loved by you

From the smallest taste I use
From the smallest taste I lose

Won't you crush on me, crush on

Pile your dead on top of me
Tape my eyes so I can't see

I've been waiting for today
I can't touch you when you're far away
Nothing makes me feel this way
Except hate but that fades away