Ripped Apart

Throw stones

Even though you live in a glass house on your own

And I don't sympathize or criticize

Rumour has it you've got something to say

You've got nothing on me

Nothing on me

Rumour has it you keep repeating yourself

You've got nothing on me

Nothing on me

Second mind

Second sight

Second skin

Go within

Ripped apart

Ripped apart on sight

Fork tongue

It's like a razor when you want to use it

And use it wrong

And I don't compromise or socialise

Rumour has it you've got something to say

You've got nothing on me

Nothing on time

Second mind

Second sight

Second skin

Go within

Ripped apart

Ripped apart on sight

Ripped apart, ripped apart, ripped apart

Goddamn, shit, I'm feeling it

When we see each other it's throw time

When we see each other it's throw time

When we see each other it's go time

You throw stones and I don't criticise

You throw stones and I don't sympathize...

You throw stones and I don't criticise

Throw stones...