Tearing out my hairnOn a bedroom floornEmpty all the medsnNever anymorenFor surenThrobbing in my fleshnBreaking out in scarlet swordsnTherapy I've been enslavednI think I'll medicate this ragennSo now I've crossed the linen(Tearing out my on a bedroom floor)nnFixing up the drugsnWith a tiny flamenPut 'em in my lungsnAnd forget my namenI blame my parents for molesting menWith self-fulfilling propheciesnThe teacher for indulging menHis shit dressed up in fury, fear and shamennSo now I've crossed the linen(Put 'em in my lungs, forget my name)nnHigh and I'll drivenI'll get high and I'll drivennIf I were the keysnThen where would I benIf it's up to menThen I will be freenIf I were the keysnThen where would I benIf it's up to menThen I will be freennYeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah