War Torn

psychological terrorism in the media tears me down 13 years of tears finaly found a friend one of them chemical warfare crystal meth, cocaine, heroin whats the difference I cry every day build you up their way find yourself where I am built up by them whoever they are to be the victom again doesn't matter what mask you wear that was making love upstairs what a headache suicidal friends housing i cant afford financial crutch wearing thin either your rich and you have credit or wait for the poverty line to thicken for the revolution to begin stalemate jailbait wouldn't call the cops they just barge in or randomly show up wouldnt open my door to the neighbors cause then i get a beating after the cops beat them up Ostrocising the peace officers taking down your utopia brick by brick mentally ill scrambling away with no refuge just age old cliches and the different theories of how to survive the different days It's all the same to me I can't wait to die if ignorance is bliss I'm never gonna smile