Bring out your death thoughts
Let’s start again
Building to break
Natural to hate
You’re tired of your reason to be
Part of something when i know it when i’m high
Part of nothing when i know it when i crack
And i could be your god
I could be your love
And i could be your dog
And i could be more
And i could be your
Tinker tailor soldier sailor rich man poor man male or female
Look in detail for a sign
The crown of thorns is mine
Be my subject
My accessory to murder cuz i wanna get on further
(chorus)
My life depends on profit
What i am and what i’m not
All i ever wanna be
Is only a shadow of how you see me
And if you didn’t look
Being part of it requires dedication
It’s what i need
It’s inspiration
It’s what i feed on
It’s what i need when i bleed
Empty head empty head empty head
(chorus)