Surgically Removing The Tracking Device - Say Anything

Tearing out my hair

on a bedroom floor

empty all the meds

never anymore

for sure

throbbing in my flesh

breaking out in scarlet sores

therapy I’ve been enslaved

I think I’ll medicate this rage

So now I’ve crossed the line

(tearing out my hair on a bedroom floor)

Fixing up the drugs

with a tiny flame

put 'em in my lungs

and forget my name

I blame my parents for molesting me

with self-fulfilling prophecies

the teacher for indulging me

his shit dressed up in fury, fear and shame

So now I’ve crossed the line

(put 'em in my lungs and forget my name)

High and I’ll drive

I’ll get high and I’ll drive

If I were the keys

then where would I be

if it’s up to me

then I will be free

if I were the keys

then where would I be

if it’s up to me

then I will be free

yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah