If I hollowed you out and put your soul on a shelf
Would it be yourself or would it be someone else
Would it be the person that you try to be
Or would it be a black soul painted so effortlessly
Watch who you curse
Watch who you curse
And if I hung your soul out to dry
Would the foul stench of selfish pride, burn my eyes
Be that place where you reside
Behind trust and loyalty or behind closed eyes
Watch who you curse
'cause in reverse
It bleeds it hurts
And be selective
of the people you hate
'cause plastic shadows retaliate
And if I painted a picture of your life
Would it be in shades of black, or shades of white?
Would it take you long to realise
That itâs not you behind those eyes
Watch who you curse
'cause in reverse
It bleeds it hurts
And be selective
of the people you hate
'cause plastic shadows retaliate