Nothing کے بول

Nothing on the inside Nothing on the outside Nothinge on the inside Nothing on the out (Yeah) The cinnamon fucks my taste I get on a fuckin state I don’t mind my mind to waste I have my own fucking taste Gimme more beer I’ll make it here With whisky and tears I’ll make this here So pissed off Upside, down cloth Hiding us all The confort nod The rage in my chest Is the only thing that last It tears me apart I can take no rest The world is dead Just like my last Only numbers left Just like my past Nothing on the inside Nothing on the outside Nothing on the inside Nothing on the out Nothing