Besedila: Liquid Gang. Closer.

Self starter since the age of ten
I didn't know I'd have to go down
Fighting down this road
Again class clown to a corner
I was bound a dunce cap wearing
Real God fearin' who never made a sound

I cut my head out of the classroom picture
And thought that I was the victor I was blind
Now I'm closer to the ideal complexion
Closer for my own protection, closer to the edge

I never thought that I could be so blind
A white shirt plaid tie wearing, child prodigy
Two steps from sanity
One from the edge

A glance away from a face that shatters me
As photogenic as a freak
Poster boy for the meek, pale face and week
God damn, my future looks bleak

I cut my head out of the classroom picture
And thought that I was the victor I was blind
I'm closer to the ideal complexion
Closer for my own protection, closer to the edge

I never thought that I could be so blind, blind