Glance in my direction
Contest your own reflection
I’d drag you down to hell where you belong
But your grave would hinder me
Your grave would hinder me
Devoted your time until I gave you mine but what are you owed?
Nothing
What is your worthless carcass owed?
Nothing, fucking nothing
Hang you and cut you open
Catch a glimpse of my reflection
In the pool of blood that forms beneath your feet
Dead, fucking dead