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