There's earnesty in his eyes

To mask the privilege he denies

The hurt to which he lays claim

Have you ever seen guilt that's been weaponized

Oh my god, it's getting old

Have another tissue for your bloody nose

You'll never learn if you won't address the ugliness you keep inside

Armed with well-worn defenses

Your tired alibis

The way you wield these friendships

Human shields and blinding lights

You preach your best intentions

But you reek of appetites

You dodge responsibility

So why don't we crack open that skull

And have a quick look around inside

There's sadness in his eyes

And a fear of being vilified

But the pain to which he lays claim

Supersedes the needs of everyone in his life

Oh my god, it's getting old

Self-pity elevated to an art form

You'll never grow if you can't own the ugliness you keep inside

Dig into your flesh until there ain't nothing left

Peel the paint from the mirrors

Purge yourself of everything you've learned up 'til now

That little voice, its every breath is toxic

Armed with well-worn defenses

Your tired alibis

The way you wield these friendships

Human shields and blinding lights

You preach your best intentions

But you reek of appetites

You dodge responsibility

So why don't we crack open that skull

And have a quick look around inside