Wake up from sinful slumber.
Wake up to a world of pain.
Move and you're torn assunder,
Be still and you die in vain.
"Calm down and we'll make it all better"
Stop fighting and it takes you away.
Your parents, they did this together.
Your body is making you pay.
A needle, fight pain with pain.
Shoot up, it's so easy, give in.
It'll stop you from going insane
from a game that won't let you win.
You drop down, you can't feel a thing.
You're high on a maniacs dream.
Both body and mind on a swing
You lose all control so it seems.
And they're asking you too many questions
so you tell them the truth in small lies.
Making only a few small suggestions
So they'll tell you that to your "surprise"
You are going upstairs to spend the night
But you get your own room, so it's ok, right?
© 2006
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