F.S.U. - Pro-Pain
Feel as strong as an ox
The psilocybin was laced with dust
Suicidal's on the box
And kids are goin' f**kin nuts
Starin at the face of death
A poster child who fits the bill
Takes a break to catch a breath
Lost and lonely voids to fill
Fall into a psychopathic rage
From within
I've been there and back since half my age
And to hell I've been
Severing the hand on which we feed
Is not enough
Status quo don't satisfy thy need
To f**k shut up
Overdose is on the rise
Lips are cold and eyes are black
Friends are falling through the cracks
It might be best to cut your ties
Time to taste the bitter pill
It's hard to swallow and tough to chew
Make the promise that you will
Think of better things to do
I know what it's like to feel your pain
And I know it hurts
Most confess to acting quite the same
Severing the hand from which we feed
And maybe worse
Is not enough
Status quo don't satisfy thy need
To f**k shut up
