If I hollowed you out and put your soul on a shelf
Would it be yourself or would it be someone else
Would it be the person that you try to be

Or would it be a black soul painted so effortlessly

Watch who you curse


Watch who you curse


And if I hung your soul out to dry
Would the foul stench of selfish pride, burn my eyes
Be that place where you reside

Behind trust and loyalty or behind closed eyes

Watch who you curse

'cause in reverse
It bleeds it hurts
And be selective

of the people you hate
'cause plastic shadows retaliate


And if I painted a picture of your life
Would it be in shades of black, or shades of white?
Would it take you long to realise

That it's not you behind those eyes

Watch who you curse

'cause in reverse
It bleeds it hurts
And be selective

of the people you hate
'cause plastic shadows retaliate