Drapetomania

song faking relations could help you fabricate your isolation into slightly more than hating everything you lack sensation in your spine you sliding on the ceiling you take away my feeling i'm depersonalized drapetomania, you've got the same shamed face of a runaway slave get your ass back in your grave what are you playing at you can't be making all that space ins fill that shit right up again we go insane but we call yourself okay we pop fifteen little packages go right up to the cranium the stadiums are packed, the Jets and Raiders are much more important than the rat race just shut up and fill your fat face up again now i'm next to nothing i'm just burning in the oven i got outside the melting pot but i'm still seeking cover from the shelter, i need help or someone to show me the way.