Surgically Removing The Tracking Device lyrics
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 Therapy I've been enslaved I think I'll medicate this rage So now I've crossed the line (Tearing out my on a bedroom floor) 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 So now I've crossed the line (Put 'em in my lungs, forget my name) High, and I'll try 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 If I were the keys Then where would I be If it's up to me Then I will be free Yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
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