Covered up your insecurities with everything
showing everyone exactly how you think
made no difference, I can see right
through your best disguise
you look like someone else, it doesn't
matter where you hide
You wanna empty clips on everyone around
and burn their fortress to the ground
Socializing makes you sick from
drinking everything
and if looks could kill
we'd surely all be dead
maybe sticks of dynamite would solve
your problems now
underneath my feat, was if
something that I said?
You wanna empty clips on everyone around
and burn their fortress to the ground
Someday soon you'll have your way and
everyone will leave you all alone
you laugh at everyone's mistakes
trapped inside a mind you call home
You wanna empty clips on everyone around
and burn their fortress to the ground