Surgically Removing The Tracking Device
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 raise

So now I've crossed the line

Fixing up the drugs with a tiny flame
put 'em in my lungs and forget my name
I blame my parents for molesting me with self-fulfilling prophecies
the teacher for indulging me shit dress up with fury, fear and shame

I'll get high and I'll drive

If I were the keys then where would I be?
If it's up to me then I'll be free.