white skin laid to restnstill pretend that i know bestnfeed bread soaked in milknswallow lies so i am fednnnever mind, it's nothing in the endnwhat i want - it's nothing, nothingnnblack mine, sunless skyntake my heart and drain it dryngain ground dark with bloodngive my sons to useless mudnnnever mind, it's my fault in the endnand what i am is nothing, nothingnnonce this man had a dreamnbelieved that we would prospernside by side togethernbut after all that he has seen latelynhe can't trust to anythingndon't trust you, don't trust you, don't trust anyonendon't trust you, don't trust you, don't trust you, don't trust anyonennnever mind, we're blameless in the end andnwhat i was - it's nothing to you