Crushing, cheating, changing Am I deaf or dead? Is this constricting construction or just streets with rusted signs of something violent coming? This'll hurt you worse than me I'm weak, seven days, I'm weak Don't run from me I won't bother counting one, two, three I don't know which me that I love Got no reflection I don't know which me that I love Got no reflection I show myself how to make a noose A gun's cliché and a razor's too I'm not a d**hshare-vacation-vacant-station made of scars and filled with my own wounds This'll hurt you worse than me I'm weak, seven days, I'm weak Don't run from me I won't bother counting one, two, three I don't know which me that I love Got no reflection I don't know which me that I love Got no reflection You, you don't even want to know what I'm gonna do to you You don't even want to know what I'm gonna do to you You don't even want to know what I'm gonna do to you You don't even want to know what I'm gonna do to you You don't even want to know what I'm gonna do to you I don't know which me that I love Got no reflection I don't know which me that I love Got no reflection No reflection, no reflection I got no reflection