Why can't we ever face all our pain
Why do we have to give our problems a name...

I walk through the halls
Of my own private prison...

Safety rules to calm us down
The want to sustain the teenage town...

Slashes and circles all look the same
Life and death is now a game...

Words can kill no matter what they say
They break the bed on which I lay...

Blinking lights of yellow and blue
None of the masses had any clue...

A fine wheel going round and round
Spinning through space...

Like a fair little trade
On a bare summer's day...

An ax wound to the head
My addiction has been fed...

Instructions written on the overhead
The people listed that they want dead...

Stolen converses and ripped up telephone lines
The warnings, the tickets, and meaningless fines...

Heavy artillery rains down from the sky
The stranger with a seductive eye...