Where are you going Mr. Zero?
Chest puffed out like you're a super hero.
Stretch marks on your eyes, from all your tears, Mr. Feeble.
Your quivering thighs shake your frail little ego.
Flying towards the fire, at the taunting of the flame.
It'll be the wreck of you, death of you,
You're sure to burn. You play a dangerous game.
Mr. Zero, heed the warning, your candle's burning low.
Your blood's on my hands, but I can wash them, you know.
Sleeping at the wheel, dreaming of a better deal.
Living life a murder, running from bullet to bullet.
Your head's in a noose, laughs at those who try to cut you loose.
Mr. Zero takes a slice whenever it feels nice.
Cry if you want to cry, sleeping baby lie.
Hate if you want to hate, see if it keeps you safe.
Pray, baby, pray. See it'll make you brave.
Run, baby, run. I'll put flowers on your grave.
