There's thrill in the danger Of having "it" all It's not like "it" made you But "it's" not your call Have you ever felt "it" "It" lives without a name "It's" more like a feeling If feeling felt the same Now you'll start to worry And worry's no good For "it" shows no mercy If misunderstood A detrimental concept to inflict upon oneself I'd offer my condolences if you'd put the words to rest Now that's "it's" made you Are you really whole? Now that you've got something Is thrill just fear disguised? Although you deserve "it" You'll try to no avail To find out "its" purpose Is forever veiled An interesting concept to attribute reason for Impenetrable fortresses always have hidden doors A detrimental concept to inflict upon oneself I'd offer words of wisdom if i had the words to tell We are stuck inside a home unsettled What good is it if you can't give it back I like, you like, we like nothing But we pretend that we're happy There is nothing left to (give)