Crushing
Cheating
Changing
Am I deaf or dead?
Is this constricting construction,
Or just streets with rusty signs,
Of something violent
Coming?
This will hurt you
Worse than me.
I'm weak,
7 days I'm weak.
Don't run from me.
I won't bother
Counting 1, 2, 3…
I don't know which me that I love
I've got no reflection
I don't know which me that I love
I've got no reflection
I can show myself
How to make a noose.
A gun's cliche,
And a razor too.
I'm not a death-trip vacation
Vacant station,
Made of scars
And filled with my old wounds.
This will hurt you
Worse than me.
I'm weak,
7 days I'm weak.
Don't run from me.
I won't bother
Counting 1, 2, 3…
I don't know which me that I love
I've got no reflection
I don't know which me that I love
I've got no reflection
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
I don't know which me that I love
I've got no reflection
I don't know which me that I love
I've got no reflection
No reflection
No reflection
I've got no reflection