F.S.U.

feel as strong as an oxthe psilocybin was laced with dustsuicidal's on the boxand kids are goin' fuckin nutsstarin at the face of death
a poster child who fits the billtakes a break to catch a breathlost and lonely, voids to fillfall into a psychopathic ragefrom withinI've been there and back since half my age
and to hell I've beensevering the hand on which we feed,is not enoughstatus quo don't satisfy thy needto fuck shut upoverdose is on the riselips are cold and eyes are blackfriends are falling through the cracks
it might be best to cut your tiestime to taste the bitter pillit's hard to swallow and tough to chewmake the promise that you willthink of better things to doI know what it's like to feel your pain,and I know it hurtsmost confess to acting quite the same,severing the hand from which we feed,and maybe worse
is not enough
status quo don't satisfy thy needto fuck shut up