Brzowski - Own lyrics

[Chorus] You don't own me. You don't own me I've k**ed myself in years hence I'll probably do it again [repeat x2] Slogging through the day-to-day life Centered and sequestered in downtown Hell beckoning pavement Echoing the sweet sound of domestic violence Faking a smile It gets us an inch thinner every evening I curse my indentured servitude In the filthy planetoid Counting copper and contemplating The niche employment opportunities The scrap metal scavenging Sometimes the anxiety gets the better of our narrator And he stays in his hovel Confuse the vultures Rest a**ured they're circling Bring me the horizon So I know I've survived another revolution Of the super highway to the beckoning end Lace 'em up, garbage needs hauling Mother needs calling Not to reiterate the need to feed yawning addictions It's so easy to tread figure 8'ed cesspool The exit sign has been remodeled to read, "STOP" The red octagon and pictogram pharmacy Has been referred to as complacent But surely not contentment A self-help book on CD for the deaf Embittered? Nah Amazing powers of observation A d**h-drive to outpace The most aggressive of plagues Thumbing on the road to perdition [Pre-Chorus] We're living hard We're getting to old to die young I show these scars Falling sewn up sun We build this fire So people won't be outrun This sin of ours Has been turning me cold since day one [Chorus x2] Would you tell the Queen of October I've been waiting for the text back? Filing down keys for self defense The compression is on my chest and temples Not solely vocal Since flunking out of viking middle school Feed your f**ing crack baby With DHS and the thumbs Ravage health, insanity With a contagion creeping across the decades Orbiting dirty with a hangover Just under half a lifetime A return to former cry for help All of the above While climbing the rotten timber tower Sodomy and the lash Tone-deaf forever with dirty work With nothing the last meal and ashes falling Spirit crushed is just a Modus Operandi for us all How's that for creatures comforted? Rest coast is on swap meet keyboard clean dust rewards Autographed copy of the Grand Inquisitor's manual Dog-eared, spiral-bound, encrypted memoirs, cardboard forts A deeper friends in preparing scars in earning A triple-six in one-upsmanship And hoisting the last filthy gla** Acknowledging the gawkers and mourners, the bark return [Pre-Chorus] Cold since day one Been turning me cold since day one Day one Been turning me cold since day one Cold since day one