Paroles de la chanson Surgically Removing The Tracking Device par
Tearing out my hair on a bedroom floor
Empty all the meds.
Never anymore.
For sure.
Throbbing in my flesh, breaking out in scarlet sores
In therapy I've been enslaved.
I think I'll medicate this rage
So now I cross the line
Fixing up the drugs with a tiny flame
Put them in my lungs and forget my name
I blame my parents for molesting me with self-fulfilling prophecies
The teacher for indulging me, his shit dressed up in fury fear and shame
Empty all the meds.
Never anymore.
For sure.
Throbbing in my flesh, breaking out in scarlet sores
In therapy I've been enslaved.
I think I'll medicate this rage
So now I cross the line
Fixing up the drugs with a tiny flame
Put them in my lungs and forget my name
I blame my parents for molesting me with self-fulfilling prophecies
The teacher for indulging me, his shit dressed up in fury fear and shame
I'll get high and drive
If I were the keys then where would I be?
If it's up to me then I will be free