Im finding it hard without your love
Im suffering without your love is thin
But now we're going back to the beginning
Tryna get my self away from the hate inside
And I want you to notice me
And I need you to notice the hate
Inside me
Inside you
Know It's such a viscous cycle
Throwing your hands above and down your throat
Might become a victim of a war crime
No It's such a viscous cycle
Keeping your mouth shut to start the world
Well I'm falling deep into your trap
And I want you to notice me
And I need you to notice the hate
Inside me
Inside you
When your knocking on hells door
You see the picture clear
The print white black is near
It's perfect it's perfect
When your knocking on hells door
You see the picture clear
The print white black is near
It's perfect it's perfect
It's perfect