• I’m sick of all the lies
    We stare at everyday.
    I’m tired of all the “Demons
    You keep at bay.”

    We all say we know how to live
    When our whole lives are still ahead,
    And we claim to know what’s best for us
    Then half of us wind up dead.

    We hate the way we are,
    But everyone else is worse.
    Parental guidance is just another piece of the curse.

    If we want to live life
    Why can’t we do it in our sleep,
    Where nothing goes wrong.
    tab tab tab tab tab How sweet.

    I’m cutting off the lies
    And I’m dicing up the truth.
    Whatever there is to life I can find on my own.

    So keep dragging me along
    With a tight leather collar,
    But I’ll never be the kind
    To bow down to the American dollar.

    If cutting out these lies
    Means cutting out these eyes,
    Don’t be surprised
    If I don’t even flinch.

    I’ve got my touch, my taste, and sound
    That can lead my way around
    This world.

    I’ll just travel inch by inch;
    Just travel flinch by flinch;
    Not by these leaps and years
    That the rest of you follow.

    I’ll stop to ponder
    As I aimlessly wander
    Into my haze of existence.

    Try it sometime, you might find something.