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 feet was it something that i said you wanna empty clips on everyone around and burn their fortress to the 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 to the ground