Pieces of nothing

When I die
I’ll light on fire
I’ll kill the sky
And live as a loner
For the rest of my life
It will be so nice
If I die it’ll be on my own terms

Alright you’re floating and you’re sinking
Thinking that’s all you’ll ever be
Dissect every laceration
Nothings all you’ll ever be
You’ll see the other side of fate

Dead beats in line
Waiting for kind
They polish their shoes
Using something they lose
And one day you’ll find
That no one is right
And you can’t trust anyone you know

You’rе pieces of nothing when you go

Pick up all thе nothing pieces
You’re just points along the line
You guess but you do not answer
Random points along the line

Pick up the phone
Pick up the phone
Pick up the phone
Pick up the phone
Pick up the phone
Pick up the phone
Pick up the phone
Pick up the
Phone!
Pick up the phone!

I guess that you will never change

Hit me
I’ll understand
Oh what a sound

Kill me
Not in the ground
Not in the ground