u cant desrcibe my tunes, no less than an artform,
gave a mental patient a mic, where this spawned from,
psychologically crazy, from the inside out,
tryed to feed me meds, tore my fuckin enzymes out,
if you cant feel me, or understand my message,
lemma spell it out, for you faggots to catch this,
im here for the freaks, the ones left behind,
ones you made fun of, 6th grade in the lunch line,
goths and the emos, the dorks and the nerds,
ones who couldnt read, ones who couldnt say no words,
they got a place with me, and my hell thats on earth,
bringin all were worth, we condemed since birth,
generation x, we follow thy kurt,
teenage agnst, may our army submurge
attackin the suburbs, with all kinna verbs,
listen to thy words, sticcy leads you to the herbs,