Enter the Unapproachables
Russ Rankin, Luke Pabich
Yeah.
You don't speak not a single word,
Can't correlate a single thing you've heard.
You just erase all the things we've said
With a mask of disapproval.
And it's always about you.
Convinced yourself there's better things to do.
Like building a wall, hey, hey.
You double up at the thought of fun.
You're not concerned about anyone.
You're alone when the sun goes down
Like a cold forsaken shadow.
And you're trapped inside yourself.
Nothing can reach you, nobody matters anyway.
Just building a wall, hey, hey, hey.
Taking the fall, hey, hey, hey.
And it's always about you.
Convinced yourself there's better things to do.
You're looking outside
For purpose and piece of mind.
And you may never find,
You'll never find freedom.