Tekster: Gits. Insecurities.

Our insecurities, they bend us down on broken knees
Our insecurities, we wear them till we cannot see
The crap the shit the garbage our mind it has to swallow;
it makes us enemies, building up mistrust with greed
Turns me to shut the door and hide away while time gets lost
Your ignorant response can leave you looking of a beast
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And when you're pushing me away
you're scared you'll get too much
and when you're playing the jester

well I guess you ought to
or else it might mirror a flaw that lies in you
oh damn your insecurities
Not always insecure, but bold on what you think is right
I hope you break the crown before you plate it on your head
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Oh damn your insecurities, they're catching up with you.