Texty: The Gits. Insecurities.

Our insecurities, they bend us down on broken knees

Our insecurities, we wear them till we cannot see

The crap the shit the garbage our mind it has to swallow;

It makes us enemies, building up mistrust with greed

Turns me to shut the door and hide away while time gets lost

Your ignorant response can leave you looking of a beast



And when you're pushing me away

You're scared you'll get too much

And when you're playing the jester

Well I guess you ought to

Or else it might mirror a flaw that lies in you

Oh damn your insecurities



Not always insecure, but bold on what you think is right

I hope you break the crown before you place it on your head



And when you're pushing me away

You're scared you'll get too much

And when you're playing the jester

Well I guess you ought to

Or else it mirrors a flaw that lies in you

Oh damn your insecurities, they're catching up with you