Tekster: Good Riddance. Enter The Unapproachables.

You don??° speak not a single word
Can??° correlate a single thing you???e heard
You just erase all the things we???e said
With a mask of disapproval

And it??? always about you
Convinced yourself there??? better things to do
Like building a wall

You double up at the thought of fun
You??®e not concerned about anyone
You??®e alone when the sun goes down
Like a cold, forsaken shadow


And you??®e trapped inside yourself
Nothing can reach you
Nobody matters anyway

You??®e looking outside
For purpose and piece of mind
And you may never find
You???l never find freedom