You think I'm cool and interesting, I can tell It just goes to show that you don't know me too well And when you say we should go back to your place I want to cut the features off of my face I feel disgusted by your interest in me There is no good that you could possibly see It's just a bag of tricks, I'll tell you for free A copy of something I think I probably saw on MTV What's this over my head? A left hand colored in red? What's this sat in my bed? A shapeless animal dread? I'm better off dead What if I told you I do not have a soul? Behind these eyes is just a fucking black hole You'd take my hands and say it cannot be true But that's because I have been lying to you What's this over my head? A left hand colored in red? What's this sat in my bed? A shapeless animal dread? I'm better off dead Berate me, negate me, cremate me, I hate me. What's this over my head? A left hand colored in red? What's this sat in my bed? A shapeless animal dread? I'm better off dead "Annabella, I'm not your fella" I tried to tell her, but I'm just too yellow Berate me, negate me, cremate me, I hate me.