[INTRO — CHOKED BREATH / METAL SCRAPE / SUB-HUM] Uggghhhh— aaaahhhh— [Low, disgusted] I guess I’m just minced meat. Something you can mistreat. Push aside. Ignore. Look at blindly— Then turn around and ask why I don’t speak. [VERSE 1 — RESTRAINED, VENOMOUS] Shut the fuck up and listen to me. I’m not the black sheep. I’m not everything you bury when you’re trying to look clean. I’m not your private little landfill for the things you’ll never face. I’m not the monster in your mirror— I’m the one you fucking blame. You carve your shame into my name, then swear the letters came that way. Feed me scraps beneath your table, then demand that I should stay. You only call it “overreacting” when the reaction isn’t yours. You kept treating me like nothing— Now nothing’s at your door. [PRE-CHORUS — STUTTERING ARP ENTERS] Acknowledge my existence with some fucking dignity. Like I won’t be here tomorrow and you’ll finally notice me. Not dead. Not broken. Not begging at your feet. Just somewhere your hands can’t reach— With nothing left for you to eat. [CHORUS — VIOLENT FULL-BAND IMPACT] TREAT ME LIKE I’M NOTHING— I’LL SHOW YOU WHAT NOTHING MEANS! No voice beneath your screaming. No blood inside your machine. No body left to carry every burden you don’t see. You chewed me into pieces, then complained I made a scene. Treat me like I’m nothing— There’ll be nothing coming from me. [POST-CHORUS — PITCHED-DOWN RESPONSE] Nothing. [Lead scream] COMING FROM ME! Nothing. You made a meal of everything— Now starve on what you leave. [VERSE 2 — HALF-RAPPED / BASS-LED] You want polite? Fuck polite. Polite was every swallowed night. Polite was stitching up the wounds so no one saw where you would bite. Polite was letting you rewrite every word I knew I said. Polite was lying wide awake while you slept peacefully instead. I made myself digestible— small enough to fit your plate. Cut away whatever frightened you. Seasoned grief to suit your taste. Then you pushed me to the edge and called the distance my mistake. No— You don’t get to break the glass then ask the shards to hold their shape. [PRE-CHORUS — DRUMS BEGIN DOUBLE-TIME] Acknowledge my existence. Look directly at the stain. Every time you called me crazy was a shortcut past my pain. You kept waiting for tomorrow, thinking I would stay the same. But the silence you created just remembered its own name. [CHORUS — LARGER / SCREAMED COUNTER-VOCALS] TREAT ME LIKE I’M NOTHING— I’LL SHOW YOU WHAT NOTHING MEANS! No voice beneath your screaming. No blood inside your machine. No body left to carry every burden you don’t see. You chewed me into pieces, then complained I made a scene. Treat me like I’m nothing— There’ll be nothing coming from me. [BREAKDOWN — LOW GUITAR / MECHANICAL HEARTBEAT] Sit back. [Kick] Like you do. [Kick] Watch the consequences finally happen without you. Don’t expect an explanation. You were present for the proof. Every time I tried to tell you, you decided it wasn’t true. So sit back. Keep pretending. Let your innocence perform. You only recognize the weather when you’re standing in the storm. You only notice what was holding you when holding you is gone. You’ll finally hear my absence— When it’s louder than this song. [ALL SOUND CUTS] [Close whisper] Are you listening now? [DROP — ARP SHREDS INTO DISTORTION] I SAID— SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LISTEN TO ME! I’M NOT THE BLACK SHEEP! I’M NOT THE FILTH YOU’RE TOO AFRAID TO SEE! YOU NEEDED ME BENEATH YOU SO YOU COULD FEEL CLEAN— BUT EVERY HELL YOU FOUND IN ME WAS SOMETHING YOU BROUGHT IN! [FINAL CHORUS — MAXIMUM IMPACT] TREAT ME LIKE I’M NOTHING— I’LL SHOW YOU WHAT NOTHING IS! No answer when you call me. No forgiveness on your lips. No explanation bleeding just to make you understand it. You wanted me invisible? Then choke upon the emptiness. Treat me like I’m nothing— NOW YOU GET WHAT NOTHING GIVES. [FINAL REFRAIN — HALF-TIME COLLAPSE] Nothing from me. Not a word. Not a scream. Not another piece of who I am fed into your fucking machine. Nothing from me. You don’t get what you don’t see. You treated me like nothing— Now there’s nothing coming from me. [OUTRO — COMPLETELY DRY VOCAL] Now sit back— like you do. And don’t expect a single fucking explanation from me.
