I'm sick of your shit 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 fucking smart
and too fucking vain
It makes me sick
like xanax and rum
that these days the world beats
to only one drum