MyConfession

Shooting this shit Got me itching And I ain't talking about Shooting no hoops Or insulin Fine point Glistening Oops There goes my innocence Again Fumble for change I might find some Inner sense again Still living life in Dissociated suspension Until I Take the 12 gauge and Blow out my existence I hate The system that we life in Where all the citizen Need some discipline And some antihistamine Listening to the silicon Making simpletons I just drop psychocybin Like I'm at Wimbledon Smoking up with Kate Middleton Been this way since I Was a little un Supposed to be investing Making interest in Being the next Gates or Branson Not surprising now I'm just A crippled son and A bitter man Feeling like I should Hit the quit button While I'm Craving for that Afghan Or maybe another half xan Feeling less than My lifespan of Twenty seven Can I Take some more vicodin Before I Play the game of life again Like it's an Automaton My ultimatum For happiness greater Than living my narration Of this erratum Everything's about Intoxication Piercing eyes of frustration And dilation Wondering if Federal agents Will take my Chemical sedation And give me a Bed to sleep in Until I am Ancient I just need a Rearrangement to this Preassigned life of Enslavement Been patient Guess you could say I'm Waiting in vain for Redemption Leave them in suspension Of my apprehension My contemplation Alter my perception Like I'm in the fourth Dimension My only connection is Rejection Like an apparition This is my confession Wasn't in selection She was looking for Perfection Now I'm self medicating With IVs for depression This is my confession