Nothingman... (2x) Nothingman... Isn't it something? Once divided...nothing left to subtract... Some words when spoken...can't be taken back... Walks on his own...with thoughts he can't help thinking... Future's above...but in the past he's slow and

I get up and give some more Until there's nothing left of me I give it all and when I fall Just some bones stacked on the floor (I give it all and when I fall Just some bones stacked on the floor) Just take it all My heart, my bones My every word from

I don't wanna lose myself, I don't wanna lose myself I don't wanna lose myself loving you, loving you I'm running low so don't play with my time I'm searching but it's nothing left to find Send out a call but no one's on the line So if you want it please

(Left for no one) There'll be nothing left for no one Oh, there'll be nothing left for no one, no If you don't stop living your life Turned to one side with a blind eye Left for no one Tell me that you need me To help you find a way

On your own tonight You're all alone tonight Wasted it all On yourself tonight You're by yourself tonight Take it all One last thing for ya There ain't nothing left Photographs my picture by my bed

Rock bottom I got nothing left to hide I got nothing left but pride Nothing left to say Don't bring that shit to me I ain't your bitch, I ain't your boy I ain't no god damn motherfucking toy I'm not dead, I'm still alive You don't like it, you can go

There is nothing left to say to you That you want to hear That you want to know I think I should go The things I've done are way too shameful 'Cause I fear I'm full of regret For all the things that I have done and said And I don't know if it'll ever be

So high, and then I fell Can't stop the ringing of my funeral bell Can't stop the ringing Drinking, drugged up, completely shot to hell Left behind, ain't nothing left to sell Oh, ain't nothing left to sell The hatred of your blood So tortured, so insane

What if god doesn't care? And we will burn your cities down We will burn your cities down America is a killing name It doesn't feel or discriminate Life is just a killing field It's all that's left, nothing's real Throw away your disposable past And fall

Stack it up like cinnamon, we'll get it real fast Pick it up, pack it up, put it in a bag Until there's nothing left of you Until there's nothing left for you If you work all day you keep the rhythm through the night If you work all night you keep the