How does it feel to know that there's nothing about you that comes from the heart?
There's nothing about you that is original.
You're nothing but a mirror image of the ones right next to you.
This comes from my heart.
This comes from my heart.

How does it feel to know there's nothing about you that comes from the heart?
There's nothing original.
How does it feel to look in the mirror and know you’re empty and hollow?

This will be the last time that you’ll ever see me fall.
But that’s only to show you that,
I am something.
I’m what you’ll never become.
You’re falling apart at the seams.
I am what you’ll never become.
You're falling apart at the seams
Watch me alter your name.

How does it feel to know there's nothing about you that comes from the heart?
There's nothing original.
How does it feel to look in the mirror and know,
You’re empty and hollow?