Texty: No Use For A Name. Hard Rock Bottom. Nailed Shut.

I always thought I had a pitch-black mind Surrounding voice change my view I feel fine now, it is a shame how I found out: A) When I was a kid I was full of hate B) Couldn't save the teenager that never felt blame Always incomplete D) None of these are an excuse for the person C) Thought I blazed a path on a dead end street And all you fuckers in denial I've avoided Looks like you'll have to get there soon to wait awhile Before you send me off in a nailed shut box Stopped feeling insecure with what was said Indifferent to the voice attatched to the head "What we will become, is how we choose" You stay afloat for now, but surely you'll sink With synthetic friends Fight like a dumb man when you make him think Hypocrite please, you know the truth Now I conclude, I won't confide in you you're just to "happy" to decide it Like a prediction in a nursery ryhme To shut me up you'll have to wait a whole life time Before you send me off in nailed shut box please let me know Before you send me off in a nailed shut box Please let me know.