All My Best Friends Are Metalheads

Do you think it’s strange
That there’s this way of how you look at,
How you act like, and how you think and pretend they’re not the same as you
Do you know about his strength of convictions
Or how she puts all her faith in religion
Did you ever take the time
To really discover how little we know about each other?
This all becomes one more chance to
Keep us from saying anything
And separate from everything.
And all this really means
You’re one in a crowd and paranoid of every sound
Another friend you won’t miss anyhow