I'm sick of your **** scene
your american dream
seemingly perfect
in everyway
the tasks you complete everyday  
in cyclical motions
avoiding chaos and commotion
cause god forbid you'd have to face your pain
you're far to weathered to handle the strain
complain complain complain
you're too ******* smart
and too ******* vain

It makes me sick

like xanax and ***
that these days the world beats
to only one drum