Bottom
by
Tool

If I let you, you would make me destroy myself. In order to survive you, I must first survive myself. I can sink no further, and I cannot forgive you. There's no choice to confront you, to engage you. To erase you. I've goe to great lengths to expand my threshold of pain. I'll use my mistakes against you. There's no other choice.

I'm shameless now, nameless now, I'm nothin now, no one else now. But my soul must be iron, cause my fear is naked. I'm naked and fearless, and my fear is naked.

You've left me no choice but to go inside and rebuild what's broken. Too much, too far, too late to lie down now, I must arm myself to fight you by making weapons out of my imperfections. It's all I have left. There's no other choice. I'm shameless, nameless, nothing, and no one now. But my soul must be iron, for my fear is naked. I'm naked and fearless.