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 shut up            overdose is on the rise         lips are cold and eyes are black         friends are falling through the cracks   it might be best to cut your ties      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,      severing the hand from which we feed,      and maybe worse   is not enough   status quo don't satisfy thy need               to fuck shut up