Sanoja: Anthrax. Stomp 442. Nothing.

:
(Anthrax)

It's difficult for me to get a grip
on what you mean
When you stick you fingers in your ear
and create another scene
You always step into the traps
set perfect in yor path
Busy going crazy over whose knife's in your back

Dive inside your blackest stare
The one that's saying do you dare
Screaming that you're scared
You the tallest soul
With the shortest self-esteem
Painted as the victim
Who's split between the beams

It doesn't seem to matter
It's nothing
Dead a dream is dying
It's nothing
Best friend I never had

Play me to the point of pushing me
too far away
I can only say whatever,
ambivalent to your game
You can pretend to the mirror,
it's the lie you tell yourself
And I won't walk on eggshells
that's a dance for someone else

Dive inside your blackest stare
The one that's saying do you dare
Screaming that you're scared
You the tallest soul
With the shortest self-esteem
Painted as the victim
Who's split between the beams

It doesn't seem to matter
It's nothing
Dead a dream is dying
It's nothing
Best friend I never had