Collared, Kept

Cash one last paycheck
 Make one last purchase
 I know you're sorry
 You're always sorry
 First it's your job
 Then it's your dreams
 Next it's your teeth
 You're losing
 Fucked all your friends
 Exhausted your means
 Not that you care what happens
 Now you've burned all connections
 Learned no real lesson
 It's mommy's money
 She's always obliged to help you
 Fuck up your life more
 Smoke and relax, kid
 Nothing bad happens to you
 Close the blinds and lock the door
 Turn the lights off and flick the wheel
 Push the chore boy back and forth
 Heat the stem until it hits
 There's always one more hit
 Go ahead
 Try it again
 Why can't you sleep
 Why can't you cum
 Why won't your mind stop racing
 Check the front door
 Someone's outside
 Why won't your heart stop racing
 How'd your belly get so big
 Why are you covered in your own shit
 Hammering nails through your fucking skull
 I hope you like what's coming