I Got Institutionalized for This Song

I don't care what you have a PHD in, If you cannot physically overpower me You cannot tell me what to do. It's that simple. I've been in a rut, it burns, it does I'm turning in my bed, rehearsing being dead not flying close enough Setting fire to the blazing sun I'm sorry for what I've done What I've done What if I'm the problem? I'll deflect all the blame I'm telling you to leave, 'cus I won't change Quit playing, everybody wanna be insane The mother will send her sins to this dim ape You always talk about killing your friends But you're too pussy to do it So keep smoking your incense These drastic antics-so frantic-manic, fantastic bastard with a fat dick "This kid is 'bout to go places" Nah, I'll finish short like a midget at the races Setting fire to the blazing sun I'm sorry for what I've done What I've done What if I'm the problem? I'll deflect all the blame I'm telling you to leave, 'cus I won't change! I am my mother's son, as much as I'd like to forget I turn everyone and everything that I love into piles of shit I'm seeing black and blue, I'm stacked against the tragic view Hindsight is my repentance, so is fucking smacking you I want you to watch me suffer Watch me fall apart With that selfish smile, take this heart home Watch me fall apart I want you to suffer The same way you made me And watch me fall apart I remember everything you ever did Just know, it makes you less Hit the lights It's boner time