People crave honesty right up until the moment they hear it.
You don't want honesty, you just like the idea of it.
The second I tell them how I really feel about going on a trip they get mad. Sorry hun, you don't get to ask for honesty and get mad at me for doing so in the same breath.

[translation]
Free therapy:
talking to mom

As the walls come down and
As I look in your eyes
My fear begins to fade
Recalling all of the times
I have died
And will die
It's all right

I don't mind
I don't mind
I don't mind

I am too connected to you
To slip away and fade away
Days away I still feel you
Touching me, changing me
And considerately killing me
Considerately killing me, yeah
Considerately killing me

oh, and here's some pixel art of Tool I did a few months back.

I don't need no arms around me
I don't need no drugs to calm me
I have seen the writing on the wall
Don't think I need anything at all
No
Don't think I need anything at all

All in all, it was all just bricks in the wall
All in all, you were all just bricks in the wall