Magazines, broken dreams, and emotions,
Oh God, the clock is ticking.
Will you ever escape your fucked up past?
What poison are you picking?
Last night was the night you struck a nerve,
now I’m forced to break a bottle.
After all the suppression and depression,
Let the feelings release, full throttle.
I hate all these issues building up inside of me.
Why does life feel so complicated?
How do I rid of my demons,
when even my angels are jaded?
With sex, drugs, and monotony, I may have hit the lottery,
all while existing in a backwards democracy.