I hide my best feature 'cus I'm always in the dark
Expose all my weaknesses, but I'm not a bleeding heart
God's dead said Zarathustra, but I just can't agree
Love is dead, thus spoke me
I'm a corpse of what I used to be
Send me back to that hollow withered tree
I'm a corpse of what I used to be
Dying just to be free
I am just a fool nothing phase me
Except maybe the way you look
I am not the answer, I am not the cure
I am just a question in your head
I'm a corpse of what I used to be
Send me back to that hollow withered tree
And I'm a corpse of what I used to be
Dying just to be free
I'm a corpse of what I used to be
I'm back to that hollow withered tree
I'm a corpse of what I used to be
Send me back to that hollow withered tree