F.s.u.

Feel as strong as an oxThe psilocybin was laced with dustSuicidal's on the boxAnd kids are goin' fuckin nutsStarin at the face of deathA poster child who fits the billTakes a break to catch a breathLost and lonely, voids to fillFall into a psychopathic rageFrom withinI've been there and back since half my ageAnd to hell i've beenSevering the hand on which we feed,Is not enoughStatus quo don't satisfy thy needTo fuck shut upOverdose is on the riseLips are cold and eyes are blackIt might be best to cut your tiesFriends are falling through the cracksTime to taste the bitter pillIt's hard to swallow and tough to chewMake the promise that you willThink of better things to doI know what it's like to feel your pain,And i know it hurtsMost confess to acting quite the same,And maybe worseSevering the hand from which we feed,Is not enoughStatus quo don't satisfy thy needTo fuck shut up