before the lobotomy
Well i'm not stoned, i'm just fucked up
i got so high i can't stand up
i'm not cursed 'cause i've been blessed
i'm not in love 'cause i'm a mess
like refugees
we're lost like refugees
like refugees
we're lost like refugees
the brutality
of reality
is the freedom that keeps me from
dreaming
singing
dying
laughter.