Surgically Removing The Tracking Device - Say Anything
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
(tearing out my on a bedroom floor)
Fixing up the ***
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
Sh*t dressed up in 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
