Social Suicide

your dreams will fade, and self loathing comes The age-old curse of the clinically numb Turned on bright lights, a wax wing demise In cut glass bowls you find endless desire (But I don't mind) Strangers call my name through the night Victims of a soc

Right now! Well it's finally time to face my fears Gonna get the hell out of here And create a fresher atmosphere But the consequence is clear There's a furnace set on high And a yearning underfined But it's time to turn the tide It's social suicide