Do not know shit about my
Never heard of it.
Pain not formless, empty
The pain never anger, emptiness
The pain is in you, empty
Will eat and you feed him pain, emptiness.
shit I'm talking about the truth
no witnesses of your loneliness
Who convinced you're worth something ... anything?
Who took you by the hand through, life?
Who told you that all is well?
Who cushioned the blow?
Who raised you in your fall?
Who raised you in your fall?
Take a sharp knife, dies
Commits a bullet, dies
Take a rope and hung ends, dies
always knew you'd end up this way, dies
Pain not formless, empty
The pain never anger, emptiness
The pain is in you, empty
Will eat and you feed him pain, emptiness.
Take a sharp knife, dies
Commits a bullet, dies
Take a rope and hung ends, dies
always knew you'd end up this way, dies
Pain not formless, empty