Surgically Removing The Tracking Device

Surgically Removing The Tracking Device
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
So now I've crossed the line
So now I've crossed the line
So now I've crossed the line
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
So now I've crossed the line
So now I've crossed the line
So now I've crossed the line
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!