I'm staring at my computer screen, but I don't really see it.
It's 3:26 AM. A lab packet lay discarded on my bed, i'm not sure
when I stopped working on it.
I should be sleeping. I should be doing homework. I'm not.
It's like I'm in a trance...my thoughts are muddy. Murky.
In my hand is a bottle of pills, nuclear orange and covered in warnings.
Murderer, robber, psychomatic schizophrenic
And here I am, in my room, eyes glazed, with amphetamines running through my
bloodstream.
What was I just doing? I can't seem to remember, and I can't seem to care either.
I push play. I've been listening to the same 4 songs for the past 5 hours. I can't stop.
Murderer, murderer, murderer, murderer,
Murderer, robber, psychomatic schizophrenic
I'm hypnotized, because all day I hear about mass homicides and school shootings,
rape and wars and gun show loopholes. Riots, cancer, suicide...
And pills; everywhere more and more pills.
I need to get out of here. My sanity is long gone, but my mind is starting to
follow.
Murderer, murdererThis is pointless murderer, murderer
Murderer, murdererI need to sleep murderer, murderer
Murderer, murdererWhat the fuck is wrong with me? murderer, murderer
God, tell me, I need to know
Murderer, robber psychomatic schizophrenic
Is anybody out there?
Buck-buck-buckin 'em down blow a niggas head off
-Rage, April 19 2009 C.E. (lyrics - Murderers & Robbers - Project Pat)
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