🌹i'd rather die than give you control 🌹

Sex, drugs, God, cash Sex, drugs, God, America We need something to kill the pain of all that nothing inside Sex, drugs, God, cash Sex, drugs, God, America We all just want to die a little bit

We fear that pop culture Is the only kind of culture we’re ever gonna have We want to stop reading magazines Stop watching TV Stop caring about Hollywood But we’re addicted to the things we hate We don’t run Washington and no one really does Ask not what you can do for your country Ask what your country did to you

Sex, drugs, God, cash Sex, drugs, God, America The only reason you’re still alive is because someone Has decided to let you live Sex, drugs, God, cash Sex, drugs, God, America We owe so much money we’re not broke, we’re broken We’re so poor we can’t even pay attention

So what do you want? You want to be famous and rich and happy But you’re terrified you have nothing to offer this world Nothing to say and no way to say it But you can say it in three languages You are more than the sum of what you consume Desire is not an occupation You are alternately thrilled and desperate Sky high and fucked Let’s stop praying for someone To save us and start saving ourselves Let’s stop this and start over Let’s go out Let’s keep going

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