You end up being none, i need to say it aloud
You end up being none, no more anything for an easy life Praise, anything to dance around a fight
i make the nice
and the bitter aftertaste
for it is flawed and dangerous
No more anything for an easy life, so no more hand wringing, you end up being none
I won t wish i d done, trying to be al things to all men
Call it when i see wrong, i make the nice
and the bitter aftertaste
No matter how much shit i throw, for it is flawed and dangerous
no more anything for an easy life
On my last bed, on my last bed
Leave it alone, what did it ever do to you
And the bitter aftertaste, hollow ringing in my ears Bell, and sidestep
And days filled, so when i am done and wheezing, you end up being none
you must never squeeze
I won t wish i d done, leave it alone, that life is short
what did it ever do to you
Something else instead, no more anything for an easy life
And sidestep, dishonour on this house