This is a learned behavior But the years have hammered the nails in my coffin I can't break through these rotting walls That keep me in isolation I am alone in this isolation I feel their sins in my skin Never forgetting where they began Expectations have been carved into my bones They splinter under the pressure I am accustomed to my insecurities I have accepted them as necessary I've let the sight of passing time occupy my eyes I am severed from the present only Connected to thoughts of withered reflections Isolation in these rotting walls Expectations carved into my bones If we're all the same inside Why shouldnt I tear the skin from my bones? I'll tear the skin from my bones