This Place

We live in a world
Where eating disorders become out friends.
Scars make up our bodies,
And substances become our vital organs.
Ever tasted candy kid?
You wish you were as cool as us.
Drowning ourselves in our own destruction.
Digesting the sins of our for fathers,
Just to have a little taste of reality,
Rather what we think it should look like.
Because we’re cool.
Yeah man,reeeaaal cool.
Smooth like ice tea.
Quick like snails.
Suppressing our little suicidal thoughts
In spinning vortexes of merahz
Through a Plexiglas fortress
That consumes our desolate hearts.