High School

Retarded by a visual world
Convinced of a certain execution
I've painted my picture
Now I'm thru
Hopelessly devoted to me
Queen of the open scene
Be the king of the open scene
Wait til they get their hands on you
That sounds unreal
It gives me nervous diarhea
Sends me right up to my room
Where I play little tune on my foot
Magic
Rotting back in highschool
Fucking picture pages
Fingers up and down
Rockin thru the ages
This execution
This empty taste of frustrated poetry
Scientific straining
Heavy with meaning
Like I'm celebrating solitude
Like a rank and file
I'm like the medium
It's what I'm feeding you
That sounds unreal
It gives me nervous diarhea
Sends me right up to my room
Where I play little tune on my foot
Magic
Rotting back in highschool
Fucking picture pages
Fingers up and down
Rockin thru the ages
Honesty is not the way
With the knot inside my brain
Body wasting away
I cut it up
Cut my face with a frown
I've forgotten how rotten it feels to be down
Truth is a delusion
Honesty is not the way
With the knot inside my brain
Body wasting away
I cut it up
Cut my face with a frown
I've forgotten how rotten it feels to be down
I've forgotten how rotten it feels to be down