[ Featuring Red ]
I've got this anxiety that I don't want you
Don't want you to hear
My flesh and bones are scared
Of letting go of their emotions
I feel exposed, I feel that no one really knows what I am
Harboring inside
But I don't want you to know, no I don't want you to know
That's okay
It's better off left inside
What is this human tendency that makes me want to
Stab you in the eye
Our feeble hearts and weak minds
They anchor us down and imprison our souls
I feel exposed, I feel that no one really knows what I am
Harboring inside
But I don't want you to know, no I don't want you to know
That's okay
It's better off left inside
It's better off left
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up wash it down
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up throw it out
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up wash it down
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up throw it out
What is this human tendency that makes me want to
Stab you in the eye
Our feeble hearts and weak minds
They anchor us down and imprison our souls
Imprison our souls
