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
 (tearing out my 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, 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