The vultures feasting on my carrion See if they can pierce through the rust They think there's nothing to it but there're too blind to see I don't need them to tell me who I am... not I'd do it myself but I just cannot And they think there's nothing to it but they're too cold to feel
There is no then only now I wanna love but don't know how Fame and fortune - Pain and torture They're the same Insane
I'm only good at destroying braincells The drunk robot I am But that ain't nothing, right - Why's the truth so hard to see It's wrapped in misery Then along came you The one who pierced right through I thought there's nothing to it but I am too cold to feel I've got my misery
This misery hates company
You were right all along I strongly advice you to turn around and go I know there's nothing to it and nothing's all that will remain We are the same
