Everything finishes with a fade out,
Or at least everything I meant to care about.
Bios filled with bile,
Choral melodies and lyrics that swell.
I don't want to sell myself,
Don't want to sell myself,
Don't want to sell myself,
And I'm not buying anyone else,
Not buying anything else.
A heart that beats in false triplets,
In your mind is meaningless.
Rip it out it still sounds the same,
And it still bleeds, that way.
I'm not going to fucking change,
Not going to fucking change,
Not going to fucking change,
But my soul will remain.
But my soul will remain.
So what do you want with me?
I don't mean anything,
And I've got no insight to bring.
I'm just the magpie with the broken wing,
So why do you listen to me sing?
Why do you listen to me sing?
Why do you listen to me sing?
I am nothing
Why do you listen to me sing?
Why do you listen to me sing?
Why do you listen to me sing?
I am nothing
Why do you listen to me sing?
Why do you listen to me sing?
Why do you listen to me sing?
I am nothing, I am nothing, I am nothing, I am nothing,
I am nothing