Why can't we ever face all our pain
Why do we have to give our problems a name...

Safety rules to calm us down
The want to sustain the teenage town...

I walk through the halls
Of my own private prison...

Words can kill no matter what they say
They break the bed on which I lay...

Slashes and circles all look the same
Life and death is now a game...

Stolen converses and ripped up telephone lines
The warnings, the tickets, and meaningless fines...

Random charts that show our vitals
I hate all of the worthless titles...

Blinking lights of yellow and blue
None of the masses had any clue...

Instructions written on the overhead
The people listed that they want dead...

An ax wound to the head
My addiction has been fed...

Glasses of wine filled to the top
Taking advantage of every single drop...

There are times we wanted to pull that trigger
At the bottom of a loaded gun...