Straight Life

Therapy?

My tongue is twisted from talkin' 
My feet are blistered from walkin' alone 
My head is burtin' with thoughts 
And every bruise looks so familiar 
This city's buzzin' with bastards 
Cancer tans and platic disasters 
Wannabees and users and makers 
Impotents and shake city fakers 

So don't tell me, everything's alright 
And don't include me in your straight life 
And don't tell me, everything's alright 
In your straight life 

My system's sick with poison 
Hearts bitter joys are jumpin' 
Far away from better days 
And every beat feels so familiar 
My arms are fed up reaching 
My voice is through of breakin' 
Myself I'm sick of reason 
Every bruise feels so familiar 

So don't tell me, everything's alright 
And don't include me in your straight life 
So don't tell me, everything's alright 
In your straight life 

So don't tell me, everything's alright 
And don't include me in your straight life 
So don't tell me, everything's alright 
In your straight life 

So don't tell me, everything's alright 
And don't include me in your straight life 
Don't tell me, everything's alright 
In your straight life 

So don't tell me, everything's alright 
And don't include me in your straight life 
So don't tell me, everything's alright 
In your straight life 

So don't tell me, everything's alright 
And don't include me in your straight life 
So don't tell me, everything's alright 
In your straight life 

Straight life, in your straight life, in your straight life, 
in your straight life, in your straight life, 
in your straight life, in your straight life, 
in your straight life, in your straight life