Throw stones Even though you live in a glass house of your own And I don't sympathize or criticize Rumor has it you've got something to say You've got nothing on me Nothing on me Rumor has it you keep repeating yourself You've got nothing on me Nothing on me Second wind Second sight Second skin Go within Ripped apart Ripped apart on sight Fork tongue It's like a razor when you want to use it And use it wrong And I don't compromise or socialize Rumor has it you've got something to say You've got nothing on me Nothing on me Rumor has it you keep repeating yourself You've got nothing on me Nothing on me Second wind Second sight Second skin Go within Ripped apart Ripped apart on sight Ripped apart, ripped apart, ripped apart Goddamn, shit, I'm feeling it When we see each other its throw time When we see each other its throw time When we see each other it's go time You throw stones and I don't criticize You throw stones and I don't sympathize…with you