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
in therapy I´ve been enslaved
I think I´ll medicate this rage

So now I cross 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
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 try
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´ll 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