Lyrics:

Bring out your death thoughts
Let's start again
Building to break, natural to hate
You're tired of, your reason to be

Part of something, when I know it, when I'm high
Part of nothing, when I know it, when I crack

And I could be your god
I could be your love
And I could be your dog
And I could be more
And I could be your

Tinker tailor soldier sailor rich man poor man male or female
Look in detail for a sign, the crown of thorns is mine
Be my subject, my accessory to
Murder 'cause I wanna get on further

Part of something, when I know it, when I'm high
Part of nothing, when I know it, when I crack

And I could be your god
I could be your love
And I could be your dog
And I could be more
And I could be

Your god, your love, your dog
And I could be more
(Instrumental)

My life depends on profit
What I am and what I'm not
All I ever wanna be
Is only a shadow, of how you see me
And if you didn't look

Being part of it, requires dedication
It's what I need, It's inspiration
It's what I feed on, It's what I need, when I bleed
Empty head, empty head, empty head

Part of something, when I know it, when I'm high
Part of nothing, when I know it, when I crack

And I could be your god
I could be your love
And I could be your dog
And I could be more

And I could be your god
I could be your love
And I could be your dog
And I could be more
And I could be