Nonpoint
"Get Inside"


Forget about polite, hurry up and fight.
Your words are just lying helpless.
Hurry up and fight, and get inside.
We've started, while you wait for nothing.
What I do makes the worst of you.
And a good situation, gone bad from the start
a classification that slowly tears us apart.
Where did our calm conversation go
Why don't we continue this show
I don't want to relax, or lower my voice.
Its my choice, and I proudly choose to hide.
These walls are so thin I can hear every sin.
No confessions, for obsessions that they covet, and squeeze in your arms.
While the hiding and confiding is going too far past the point of harmless