F.S.U. Sözleri

feel as strong as an ox

the psilocybin was laced with dust

suicidal's on the box

and kids are goin' fuckin nuts

starin at the face of death

a poster child who fits the bill

takes a break to catch a breath

lost and lonely, voids to fill

fall into a psychopathic rage

from within

I've been there and back since half my age

and to hell I've been

severing the hand on which we feed,

is not enough

status quo don't satisfy thy need

to fuck shut up

overdose is on the rise

lips are cold and eyes are black

it might be best to cut your ties

friends are falling through the cracks

time to taste the bitter pill

it's hard to swallow and tough to chew

make the promise that you will

think of better things to do

I know what it's like to feel your pain,

and I know it hurts

most confess to acting quite the same,

and maybe worse

severing the hand from which we feed,

is not enough

status quo don't satisfy thy need

to fuck shut up