Holy City
They were all wrong
the priest who cut my phone
the two cops who broke my nose
the psychiatrist selling me down stream
I only had two lovers, neither of them do
but yet I can't prove where i got my hiv
the pharmacists would try to get me my meds
the drug dealers who overtook my house
all the way to the caretaker
who says i should have had better friends
to take my money and leave me homeless
rent out my apartment to another sucker
my identity in songs a suicidal cult
the plot thickens when i cant even get into my own email
I still dont know how i survived
and i will probably be dead in a week
never saw this coming to me
no one ever said life was a dream
but you live in sin of selling it to me as one
the doctors who woke me up
and kicked me out of emergency
after being revived from sleeping pill overdose on my birthday
fell asleep on the bus
all the way to crying out for help on the internet
definately not the way to go
either im in the middle of a conspiracy
or im crazy
no, i dont care, the antichrist is here
picking on the mentally ill
jesus the devil's disguise
no matter what we do we're wrong
don't understand how we think we are at the third world war
the first one never ended
it just went on forever
and now the ball is in your hands
be like them and do nothing
and ask yourself
did you get off on killing me like this
or was it better to get involved
and make my situation worse?
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