If your feeling optimistic then go get checked at your optometrist
I've been called a cynic but I really feel dead and pessimistic  
Always been a critic to curb the sickness I smoke it chronic
Words like knives and the cuts are turning septic
Anxious hives over what was progress is caustic
Patience leaves us desiccated and filled with plastic
The elders worship ******* and fascist isn't it tragic
Currency fetters us wagies compliance tacit to magats
Urgency after the page is riddled fully automatic
Solvency under law since the Ritten word became tactic
Theorys get bitten from a foxes tale ripped from static
Its a habit of cult classics like Catholics oppressing hicks
We sit in this death cult around psychotics or rock the ship
Have to prove good and antibiotics can still cure this ****
Or face terminal loss and watch our kids eat the bullet

Being alone its just like home
On my own thats just how it goes
To live my life most lack the stones
Bleeding out I'm losing it slow

Everyone's alone guess that's home
On your own that's how it goes
To live your life most lack the stones
Bleeding out your losing it slow

Take the abuse, yeah I love to abuse
Abuse my lungs I do it for fun
Light up the fuse keep it loose

Outta hand outta grasp
Drink in hand break the cask

Hey let's all do some shots
I thought about it a lot
And the answer is a shot

Whiskey or lead both **** the thoughts

Hate so much hate it keeps me up late every night
It's not good for me but without it I'm a blank slate
Oh **** oh wait I think I've lost my childhood
And this adulthood taste like arsenic and blood
But I say I'm alright I'm great yeah I'm good

Anti-depressants for my rich friends
Narcotics in my poor friends
We all work robotic and live psychotic lives
My eyes always lie and all I hear is static
Addicts frantic to feel less feel less symptomatic

Slaves in the dirt slaves in the front
Modern capitalism is just a front
I will never escape this golden font
Drown in the money or in the debt
Don't think there's anyone happy left

Grew up without a hand to hold
Only company was my soul
No one ever mistook me for cool

Dreams of friends and a world I want
watching dead ends rotting with the bunch
Seeds and stems left by my captain crunch

Daddy was an addict but he never panicked
taught me that magic was found in the cracks
That form from tragic lives never looking back

Never knew trust or understood the judge
Nothing was ever just as I stood in the sludge
And rent a center furniture stole my lunch

A B honor roll so honored by my academics
To poor for it to matter maybe I'm a cynic
But I know my masters I'm just realistic

Grew up to be someone I don't know
Where did that little kid go
And why is everything so so

Im running away every day
More and more words to say
I guess things will never be okay

Water soon to be a hot commodity
Ten years at most till we trade bodys
For a drink and everyones an enemy

The elders scarred my back and ripped out my heart
Abusers who feathered and tarred every upstart
They partied while the childs life fell apart

I hate them all no love left, ***** soon to be in our court
But the ***** ****** flat and the coach said we fell short
We could've built a future but instead they made it sport

Well they won and their children lost
Never did care about us and that hurts the most
Or maybe what hurts is that I won't mourn the ghost