Money, sex, drugs

Obsession, lust, love

Money, sex, drugs

Obsession, lust, love

I don't give a fuck

And everybody talks too much about what they've done

Begging for crumbs to prove that they're enough

What has this world become?

Everything loses my interest and I'm clung to my hatred

Feeling so separated

Is it me? Am I the problem?

Why can't I be like them?

I try to fit in but I feel nothing

All of it bores me

I don't want what they want, can't be who they need

I want to feel anything

But people always leave

And I don't want to live out my life just behind a screen

It's a plastic existence as seen on TV

Nothing's as perfect as it's made out to be

Presented for the satisfaction

Of some kind of validity

Money, sex, drugs

Obsession, lust, love

Money, sex, drugs

Obsession, lust, love

I don't give a fuck

Life's lonely when you don't adjust

Huh, and it's only getting worse

The older I get, the more that I learn

That everyone's fucking disturbed

Hiding the fact they don't hate themselves

Put that burden on somebody else

Call it love and then blame your mental health

God forbid that you work on yourself

You want a label for all of your misery

To make you more interesting?

You want to wear your disease

For the whole world to see

Mental illness shouldn't be your personality

Kneel to me now, you fucking bitch

It's time to check your ego, you fucking posers

You'll never get the attention you seek

Spilling to every stranger you meet

The world doesn't owe you a goddamn thing

Did it make you upset when you faced reality?

We're all sick to death of the victim mentality

I can't keep up

Am I still to blame? Huh

When you punched me in my fucking face

Get fucked