Artist: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z

Songs    | Albums    | Album Arts

Song:Surgically Removing The Tracking Device
Album:In Defense of the GenreGenres:Other
Year: Length:150 sec

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
In therapy I've been enslaved
I think I'll medicate this rage

So now I cross the line
Now I've crossed the line
Tearing out my hair on a bedroom floor
So now I cross the line
Now I've crossed the line
Tearing out my hair 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
His shit dressed up in fury, fear and shame

So now I cross the line
Now I've crossed the line
Put 'em in my lungs and forget my name
So now I cross the line
Now I've crossed the line
Put 'em in my lungs and forget my name

Hey!
High and I'll drive
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 will 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




 

All lyrics are property and copyright of their owners.
2025 Zortam.com