Serve my head on a plate   Pulp my heart with ill will   I did trust you   Let to lust you, to be duped      Thanks for fucking nothing      Serve my head on a plate   Pulp my heart with ill will   Sensed a mystique, turn to spent air   Killed it dead      Thanks for fucking nothing   Scrap the depths to salvage something   Thanks for fucking nothing   Drained my all, then drop the bombshell      True, we were not joined   Our every feature spliced   Though you rushed in and took a lead      Three words spouted   This contagion crossed all divides   Caused a shift in protective focus   Three words flouted      Untimely end, I should've clicked   A sensory cut-out   A spoiling of the harmony   Of which we were about      I don't despise or demonize   But I just know your form   Walk right out and move along   And leap before you look      Thanks for fucking nothing