Woorden: Terror. Keep Your Distance.

Born into hardened hands
Clenched fists, bloodshot eyes
Words of hope were never used
Just retribution and solitude

Keep your distance
I'm nothing like you
Keep your distance
I don't need you

I've got no trust to give
I've got no heart to break
Nothing for me to fucking lose
I never had a fucking thing

Keep your distance
I'm nothing like you
Keep your distance
I don't need any of you

Keep your distance
I'm nothing, nothing like you

Should have died, shit I've been through
Don't ask me why I'm so fucked up
Born to lose, I fucking lost
Fucking lost

Keep your distance from me