Street Sects - Collared, Kept lyrics

Cash one last paycheck Make one last purchase I know you're sorry You're always sorry First, it's your job Then it's your dreams Next, it's your teeth You're losing f**ed all your friends Exhausted your means Not that you care what happens Now you've burned all connections Learned no real lesson It's mommy's money She's always obliged to help you f** up your life more Smoke and relax, kid Nothing bad happens to you Close the blinds and lock the door Turn the lights off and flick the wheel Push the chore boy back and forth Heat the stem until it hits There's always one more hit Go ahead Try it again Why can't you sleep Why can't you cum Why won't your mind stop racing Check the front door Someone's outside Why won't your heart stop racing How'd your belly get so big Why are you covered in your own sh** Hammering nails through your f**ing skull I hope you like what's coming