Crushing, cheating, changing Am I deaf or dead? Is this constricting construction or just streets with rusted signs of something violent coming?
[Pre-Chorus]: This'll hurt you worse than me I'm weak, seven days, I'm weak Don't run from me I won't bother counting one, two, three
[Chorus]: I don't know which me that I love Got no reflection I don't know which me that I love Got no reflection
I show myself how to make a noose A gun's cliche, and a razor's too I'm not a deathshare vacation, vacant station Made of scars and filled with my old wounds
[Pre-Chorus] [Chorus]
You, you don't even want to know what I'm gonna do to you You don't even want to know what I'm gonna do to you [x4]