Therapy Straight Life
Fuck life!
My tongue is twisted from talkin'
My feet are blistered from walkin' alone
My head is burstin' with thoughts
And every bruise looks so familiar
This city's buzzin' with bastards
Cancer tans and platic disasters
Wannabees and users and makers
Impotents and shake city fakers
So don't tell me, everything's alright
And don't include me in your straight life
And don't tell me, everything's alright
In your straight life
My system's sick with poison
Hearts bitter joys are jumpin'
Far away from better days
And every beat feels so familiar
My arms are fed up reaching
My voice is through of breakin'
Myself, I'm sick of reason
Every bruise feels so familiar
So don't tell me, everything's alright
And don't include me in your straight life
So don't tell me, everything's alright
In your straight life
So don't tell me, everything's alright
And don't include me in your straight life
So don't tell me, everything's alright
In your straight life
So don't tell me, everything's alright
And don't include me in your straight life
Don't tell me, everything's alright
In your straight life
So don't tell me, everything's alright
And don't include me in your straight life
So don't tell me, everything's alright
In your straight life
So don't tell me, everything's alright
And don't include me in your straight life
So don't tell me, everything's alright
In your straight life
Straight life, in your straight life, in your straight life,
in your straight life, in your straight life,
in your straight life, in your straight life,
in your straight life, in your straight life
