Measuring happiness in milligrams
Pharmacuetically ******, distorted
Thinking about those ones I snorted,
just to feel normal
I hate this feeling of wildness inside me
Peeling back the scab to let open air sting
The bell rings and you wake in confusion
Trying to find purpose in a life of disillusion
We're creeping, moving, low crawling intrusion
Charlie is in the wire
On our high spire of morality
While the third world bleeds
Children cry and plead
But were to ****
callous