Socialphobia

Open up my closet, getting ready for the day
Feels like the wardrobe wants to pull me in and stay
I step outside the door, the halls are closing in
The walls are squeezing tight, I'm running out of air

I got nothing good left
To think about no one
Not even me, not even you
Not even me, not even

Now all that's left for me
Is lift my head and face this sea
The sea of a human cruelty
These godless sons of brutality

I'm walking through the streets like paths of broken glass
Every eye puts me in boxes just to watch me crack

I got nothing good left
To think about no one
Not even me, not even you
Not even me, not even

I got nothing good left
To think about no one
Not even me, not even you
Not even me, not even you

Their minds are full of ignorance, envy mixed with pride
Their minds are so dry of love, fed by a wicked God inside
Get a wicked God inside (no one as you, no one as me)
Get a wicked God inside (no one as you, no one as me)
With no God inside (no one as you, no one as me)
With no disguise (no one as you, no one as me)