Crushing, cheating, changing. Am I deaf or dead? Is this constricting construction Or just streets with rusty signs Of something violent coming?
Oh, ah ah ah ah Oh, ah ah ah ah, oh
This'll hurt you worse than me. I'm weak, seven days a week. Don't run from me. I won't Bother counting one, two, three...
I don't know which me that I love. Got no reflection. I don't know which me that I love. Got no reflection.
Show myself how to make a noose A gun's cliche, and a razor too I'm not a deathshare vacation, vacant station Made of scars and filled with my old wounds