Album: Enemy Of The Music Business (2000)
Serve my head on a plate
Pulp my heart with ill will
I did trust you, led to lust you, to be duped
Thanks for f*cking nothing!
Serve my head on a plate
Pulp my heart with ill will
Sensed a mystique, turned to spent air? Killed it dead
Thanks for f*cking nothing
Scraped the depths to salvage smth
Thanks for f*cking nothing
Drained my all, then dropped the bombshell
True, we were not joined/ our every feature spliced
Though you rushed in & took a lead
Three words spouted
This contagion
crossed all divides
caused a shift in protective focus
Three words flouted
Untimely end, I should have clicked? a sensory cut-out
A spoiling of the harmony, of which we were about
I do not despise or demonize, but I just know your form
Walk right out & move along, & leap before you look
Thanks for f*cking nothing!
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