I loved it, to see you squirm. It's like a battle, my loss is gained somewhere. And your low death rattle, though you dress it as a victory cry, will remain as thus. Sweetly I decline to say I'm so sorry, true, it's not what I want to hear for satisfaction you would get. My name is Zero-Sum, I'm a hero, I've run out of steam. My name is Zero-Sum, I'm a hero, I've run out of string. I lost him, my faith was crushed by numbers that I don't understand. I still had a God complex; I was sure that I could see him when I stare, so I called to check he really wasn't there. He say “I'm not, sorry!”- you can stop, what I want to hear is the sweetest truth. Now my name is Zero Sum, I'm sick of this fake risk 'One' trick. Now I feel pretty awful, the boy that I picked on said “You're the same as my other friends”.