Nothing Tastes Like Him

Verse 1

He chews the meaning out of nothing

Until nothing tastes like him

Takes a room with no intention

And teaches it to sin

A glance becomes a loaded weapon

A pause becomes a lie

He drags the ordinary under

And asks it to testify

Pre-Chorus

Feed him silence

He'll call it evidence

Give him nothing

He'll make it personal

Chorus

Everything bends

Everything breaks

Everything wears

Whatever face he makes

He says he doesn't need the room

Then bleeds when it looks away

So turn the lights

Turn the blame

Turn the world

Until it says his name

Verse 2

There is always something underneath

There is always someone there

A reason hiding in the smallest move

A hand inside the air

He can make intent from accident

Make poison out of doubt

Lock himself inside the story

Then swear they locked him out

Pre-Chorus

Feed him silence

He'll call it evidence

Give him nothing

He'll make it personal

Chorus

Everything bends

Everything breaks

Everything wears

Whatever face he makes

He says he doesn't need the room

Then bleeds when it looks away

So turn the lights

Turn the blame

Turn the world

Until it says his name

Breakdown

There must be someone

There must be something

There must be teeth

Behind the grin

There must be meaning

There must be motive

There must be—

Or he disappears within

Verse 3

A thin white circle catches light

Above a head that won't come down

Not enough to make him holy

Just enough to look like a crown

He keeps the insult after midnight

Keeps the argument alive

Needs a wound to call attention

Needs an enemy to survive

Bridge

He says he stands above it

While crawling through the dirt

Says he couldn't care less

Then measures every hurt

He splits the world in two:

The guilty and himself

Then puts the knife into the mirror

And blames somebody else

Final Chorus

Everything bends

Everything breaks

Everything wears

Whatever face he makes

He says he doesn't need the room

Then bleeds when it looks away

Turn the facts

Turn the blame

Turn the world

Until it says his name

Outro

Nobody called.

Nobody came.

Nobody pointed.

Nobody named.

But give him an empty room—

He'll find himself

inside the blame.