Texty: Government Issue. Joy Ride. 4-wall Hermit.

I don't wanna face the people
I don't wanna face the crowd
I don't wanna face the hatred
So I'll crawl into my shroud

That's why I've gotta hide
From all the agony and gloom
That's why I've gotta hide
Gotta hide in my room

Here I stay all alone
Locked up from the world
I can't face what's out there
It scares me to death