Nothing on the inside
Nothing on the outside
Nothinge on the inside
Nothing on the out
(Yeah)
The cinnamon fucks my taste
I get on a fuckin state
I don’t mind my mind to waste
I have my own fucking taste
Gimme more beer
I’ll make it here
With whisky and tears
I’ll make this here
So pissed off
Upside, down cloth
Hiding us all
The confort nod
The rage in my chest
Is the only thing that last
It tears me apart
I can take no rest
The world is dead
Just like my last
Only numbers left
Just like my past
Nothing on the inside
Nothing on the outside
Nothing on the inside
Nothing on the out
Nothing
