Pro-Pain - F.S.U. (Fuck Shit Up)

feel as strong as an ox the psilocybin was laced with dust suicidal's on the box and kids are goin' fuckin nuts starin at the face of death a poster child who fits the bill takes a break to catch a breath lost and lonely, voids to fill fall into a psychopathic rage from within I've been there and back since half my age and to hell I've been severing the hand on which we feed, is not enough status quo don't satisfy thy need to fuck shit up overdose is on the rise lips are cold and eyes are black it might be best to cut your ties friends are falling through the cracks time to taste the bitter pill it's hard to swallow and tough to chew make the promise that you will think of better things to do I know what it's like to feel your pain, and I know it hurts most confess to acting quite the same, and maybe worse severing the hand from which we feed, is not enough status quo don't satisfy thy need to fuck shit up