No Reflection
CrushingCheatingChanging
Am I deaf or dead?Is this constricting construction,Or just streets with rusty signs,Of something violentComing?
This will hurt youWorse than me.I'm weak,7 days I'm weak.Don't run from me.I won't botherCounting 1, 2, 3…
I don't know which me that I loveI've got no reflectionI don't know which me that I loveI've got no reflection
I can show myselfHow to make a noose.A gun's cliche,And a razor too.I'm not a death-trip vacationVacant station,Made of scarsAnd filled with my old wounds.
This will hurt youWorse than me.I'm weak,7 days I'm weak.Don't run from me.I won't botherCounting 1, 2, 3…
I don't know which me that I loveI've got no reflectionI don't know which me that I loveI've got no reflection
You…You don't even want to knowWhat I'm gonna do to youYou don't even want to knowWhat I'm gonna do to you
I don't know which me that I loveI've got no reflectionI don't know which me that I loveI've got no reflectionNo reflectionNo reflectionI've got no reflection