The devil is crawling up my leg, going through all my pocket change
**** through the grate, be grateful for a place
Black coffee laced with space case tablets
Bad **** builds habits of being sneaky
They'll never see me, we all tell ourselves
I'll be the lucky one
No fun, the sun runs you down regardless
Artless, choking on plastic, snap like worn elastics
Rubber bands and lucky charms on your wrist
Another name to add to the list of lost
Looking to the future, the past hurts lots
Come together, somersault, a species collectively at fault
No more violence, or blame blame blame, more of the same ****
Sending our kids off to die
We owe it to them to try