You're the sin of me, A claustrophobic situation And I can't breathe. I'm an epidermal hot mess, With a side of downers To suppress. A hypodermic allergy. Charge me with my felony. Caused by this anorexic magazine. I'm starving. Brothers; Our own flesh. Nail me to this cross And watch me burn. They want us to be self reliant, And give us controlling rule. Impossible standards In a Hypocritical disease head. They give us psycotheism But take away our earth. We're supposed to be coexisting, So give us equality in worth. I am my own Anarchist Antichrist Feed me To The broken system.