Introvert, ignorance is bliss
I can pretend I don't exist
And all my fear can disappear when I am here
Pull the wool over my eyes
Hands on the cross, nails on either side
And all my pain is crucified until I die
Introverted Cross
Introverted Cross
Introvert, ignorance is bliss
I can't deny that's what this is
And all the stress, it stands for less under duress
Introverted cross
What is not mine is not my loss
Introverted
No different now to what I was
Ignorant, introverted cross
What is not mine is not my loss, so fuck off
And all the time, for all it was
Is remembered more for what it's not
If I try I might fail
Hands on the cross hammered in by nails
And all the silence is ignorant bliss
And lies that I can not admit