I love this feeling of dependency
because i forgot to cure my suicidal tendency
i like to let it build up indside of me
and explode, like my interest in humanity
i feel myself crumbling and i dont care
because it is a feeling of secure despair
that i wont have to think of tomorrow
and ill die before ive even given thought
ill never be dependant on the drug
because i never wanted the cure
lay my body down on the rug
and bury me under your goddamn manure
i know paranoia is fiddling with my mind
but i know trusting people was just me going blind
and ill never see a way through today and say
that ill get through this day, that im gonna be okay
i know the lies we all conjure each day
i know sincerity is as real as eutopia today
my skin is sweating at an alarming rate
and im eager and ready to accept my fate
