Do whatever it is you people do
Screw whatever it is you people screw
Walk all over everyone you want
Taunt who you want to taunt
Scream the sounds you want to hear
Kill the ones that you "hold dear"
Cut your wrists because it feels good
Snort another line becuase you could
Take another pill to make you sleep
Fill another needle insert it deep
Drop some acid and drink some wine
Fall on the ground and ignore the signs
Let your soul bleed and suffer from laziness
Transport your mind into the craziness
Bow down to death's keeper
You know you can't avoid the reaper
There you lie on the ground overdosed
The people surround you that love you most
But you're gone you're finished dying
You fucked up their lives now your drugs they're trying
It's all starting over it's all gonna repeat
your going to infect everyone that you meet
It's a messed up addicted world
With too many drugs and painted swirls
Our lives are in the hands of the others
Now it's time to hide under the covers
Copyright 2003 changed_angel
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