no, you don't know what i want
yeah, you're just out for a jaunt
you're empty as air
I'm from a place
where you get murdered
just for a glare

I hope your heart isn't aching
I hope your bones are not breaking
can't tell if you're faking or not
nothing concrete just a thought

baby don't let your dreams rot
smoke for my lungs
people they run with the sound of the drum
I am not one of them
no, I am not scared of you

tell me do you hate the truth, like being lied to?
where can you go if i always will find you?