Sangtekst: Pro-pain. Act Of God. F.S.U..

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