Paroles de Nothing

Glance in my direction Contest your own reflection I’d drag you down to hell where you belong But your grave would hinder me Your grave would hinder me Devoted your time until I gave you mine but what are you owed? Nothing What is your worthless carcass owed? Nothing, fucking nothing Hang you and cut you open Catch a glimpse of my reflection In the pool of blood that forms beneath your feet Dead, fucking dead