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 feat, was if
  something that I said?
    You wanna empty clips on everyone around
  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