Indiscretion

What have I to say It's nothing that I control And you don't forget to be a slave So why hesitate when nothing is possible Exist on a peaceful cloud of grey Yeah there you go With that Pseudo moral compass As I sit here bot and trolled How'd this place go up in smoke I don't notice imperfection with a knife against my throat Wouldn't want to make you mad Hail the new low As I sink into depression Indiscretion is my home Wouldn't want to make you sad What is it today And I won't pretend to know That I don't belong here anyway So why hesitate when nothing is possible Except on a peaceful cloud of grey Yeah there you go With that Pseudo moral compass While I sit here bot and trolled How'd this place go up in smoke I don't notice imperfection with a knife against my throat Wouldn't want to make you mad High is the new low As I sink into depression Indiscretion is my home Wouldn't want to make you sad Take that medicine away, it's gone to his... Take that medicine away, it's gone to his head