In pursuit we're born
Always too young
Always too old
Death as a prize
Darkness as light
The hunger
never to be
so satisfied
Afraid to speak
We choose to abide
By a script and a scene
In ugly supply
answers arranged
to numb us

I wanna fuck
I wanna cry
Lifestyle
Will you give into me
An endless need
is all that I am
It's all that I have
I'm entitled
I deserve it
I've done nothing
to fucking earn anything
I'm nothing without these things

When the nighttime
comes
Done up
Bow down to a code
Every
prescription filled
Still
Still we end up alone
Why do we succumb?
When will I be done?

I'm entitled
I deserve this
I've done nothing
to fucking earn anything
I'm nothing without these things
I'm nothing without these things
I'm nothing without these things
I'm nothing Nothing
No

'''What's wrong with me?'''