Feed The Weak

Walk on the border of sanity

Throw yourself to the left and right

Keep your head down in sleep until you find what you are

searching for

Medicated - free from pain!

The ground is calling from the heights of the rooftop

Overrated to be sane

Keep me away from this personal hell

Lock all the doors

Oh no, no one can leave

Lock all the doors

All around we they scream and shout

Needless pills to zone them out

Strap them down and push it in

Then will you find yourself within

Feed the weak and tickle the sad

Give a hand to the fallen mad

This trip is rough and right on the edge

Try to look good even when dead

Bring me the tools so I can feel and believe

All around they scream and shout

Needless pill to zone them out

Strap them down and push it in

Then you will find yourself within