Show me your insides, show me your mind
Who knows what fruits or what worms I might find?
Bring out your darkness, I’m sick of your sunshine
Tell me you’re helpless. Say you’re not all that fine
You say heaven you can taste
All I can see in your face is your hate

You stare at my face and say “oh what a waste…”
“he’s just living his days in such poor, bitter taste.”
Maybe you should try and stare at my soul
That just might help you fill out your own hollow hole

Whoever told you you’re higher than me?
You’re all chained down up there,
Though I’m crownless, I’m free.
Being all haunted by all that’s unreal
Never wastin’ a moment to see what I feel.

…you tell me you’ll always be true
All I can think of’s what’s comin’ to you

What makes me better than you?
Who knows who? I know you, too.