CarrierClinic

From clinic to clinic
the problem is passed
psycosis, rehab just put a stamp on my ass
and ship me cross-country where
all the true freaks should be
If you could only see all the pills they're
giving me
It's like im artificial
no real reason to be
but I hold my head high
until the day that I die
sometimes wishing to feel
to know that I am still real
As I stare down my fate
walking a thin line, it's too late
time to go
time to die
no tears in these bloodshot eyes
as I sink deeper and deeper into tranquility
death finally comes
to set me
FREE