Collared, Kept

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

Fucked 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

Fuck 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 shit

Hammering nails through your fucking skull

I hope you like what’s coming

[Outro:]

Why are you doing this?

Will you ...

Damn you!