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Money, sex, drugs Obsession, lust, love Money, sex, drugs Obsession, lust, love I don't give a fuck And everybody talks too much about what they've done Begging for crumbs to prove that they're enough What has this world become? Everything loses my interest and I'm clung to my hatred Feeling so separated Is it me? Am I the problem? Why can't I be like them? I try to fit in but I feel nothing All of it bores me I don't want what they want, can't be who they need I want to feel anything But people always leave And I don't want to live out my life just behind a screen It's a plastic existence as seen on TV Nothing's as perfect as it's made out to be Presented for the satisfaction Of some kind of validity Money, sex, drugs Obsession, lust, love Money, sex, drugs Obsession, lust, love I don't give a fuck Life's lonely when you don't adjust Huh, and it's only getting worse The older I get, the more that I learn That everyone's fucking disturbed Hiding the fact they don't hate themselves Put that burden on somebody else Call it love and then blame your mental health God forbid that you work on yourself You want a label for all of your misery To make you more interesting? You want to wear your disease For the whole world to see Mental illness shouldn't be your personality Kneel to me now, you fucking bitch It's time to check your ego, you fucking posers You'll never get the attention you seek Spilling to every stranger you meet The world doesn't owe you a goddamn thing Did it make you upset when you faced reality? We're all sick to death of the victim mentality I can't keep up Am I still to blame? Huh When you punched me in my fucking face Get fucked