Texty: Bodyjar. No Touch Red. Hideaway.

Had this in your mind so long It's time you let your feelings show
Are you afraid of what they say
Those old cliches
Could not tell your truth from fact
Keep this poison pen intact
You just don't know what lurks inside
Now there's wreckage everywhere
The pieces of your own despair
The things you try to hide away will turn it's back on you again one day
Excommunicate yourself
From every thought of reason
Refuse to justify the opposition is yourself
Only yourself
When I try to speak
Words I might not mean could leak with everything I want to say
I can act in line
But lie to myself every time with everything I want to say
Now there's wreckage everywhere
The pieces of your own despair
The things...
Excommunicate yourself
From every thought of reason
Refuse to justify the opposition is yourself
Only yourself
Had this in your mind so long It's time you let your feelings show