| Song | Hiding |
| Artist | The Legendary Pink Dots |
| Album | Curse |
| Simple expressions hide my ignorance. How can you tell how you feel, when | |
| the words just don't exist? The pain and the anguish, the slaughtered | |
| dreams, the harvest of ill-conceived, wretchedly-worded emotion. Look at | |
| me, touch me; I'm human and awkward, longing to be found, incapable of | |
| exposing myself. |