Tell where I'm going to. Got nothing I wanna lose. Round and round and back again. Grin upon my fucking head. Nothin's comin'. I feel your death. Nothin's comin'. Fallin' in or outta space. So sick of our human race. All for one ain't nothing real. Tell you how I fucking feel. Nothin's comin'. I feel your death. Nothin's comin'. Nothin's comin'. Nothin's comin'. Nothin's comin'