keep running from my problem's cos i'm lost on how to solve em,
too busy being caught in the moment,
my emotion's at the point of exploding i aint joking
they dont need any more provoking,
just as my lung's not needing the carbon monoxide i'm currently smoking,
sat here casually toking
when it hit me am i moping, am i depressed?
deep down i know the answers Fucking yes and yes
it could be the drugs i digest that have landed me in this Fucking mess!
But Fuck it double up i guess
Its become clear my addiction need's fixing,
but it does'nt help when your friends are there helping and participating
like bringing each other down like is our mission,
when really we should be sitting down talk and actually listen,
make a note of every moment worth reminissin cos there's not one worth missing
gets my spine shivering at the thought of all the live's out there that need reconfiguring,
really has me quivering i hope you get the message i'm delivering i'm not kidding has my blood simmering.
COS ITS SICKENING SEEING SO MAN SINGLE WOMAN BRINGING UP CHILDREN IN BRITAINS DARKEST AND DINGYEST OF CONDITIONS,
IN THE MOST RUN DOWN BUILDINGS
SOMETHING'S DEFINATLY WRONG WITH THE SYSTEM
ITS BEEN DESIGNED TO KEEP US IN SUBMISSION
WELL I'M TELLING YOU DONT EVER BOW DOWN NEVER EVER GIVE IN!
GIVE EVERY OUNCE OF ENERGY EVEN WHEN YOUR SLEEPING,
TEMPTATIONS A BITCH ITS ALWAYS SOMEWHERE CREEPING,
ANTICIPATING FOR HIS AND YOURS NEXT MEETING
PLANNING WHICH WAY YOU NEED DEFEATING
TO STOP YOUR SOLE FROM COMPLETING
MISS LED FROM THE LIFE YOUR SUPPOSE TO LEADING,
DREAMING Of RELEASING YOUR DEMONS
become suspicious of your own intuition
question every choice that ends up a decision
like am i actually living
trapped in this soon to become virtual prison
i hope u get the message im delivering
and your not at fault for your own exorcism
