Stressor

I fall in love with the human curse Choke on chunks of these greedy verbs Abrasive silence with no moral code I'll use nostalgia in survival mode And then these gatekeepers intervene They kill our dream with their social scenes And I stare off in disbelief So called decent motherfuckers Just act like thieves I'll learn to hate this shitty verse That belongs to me when at my worst Enchanted world filled with filthy dreams You pick the topic of this fucked up theme And press the stress into my voice I hear my name inside this noise Outgrow the gods and their brands I am still Jack's lonely heart club band