I'm never gonna go back there

Cool your jets, sweet pea, it's only half past 2.
You shouldn't be passing out yet, the drugs have hardly set in. But you're eyes, so hollow and cold, they look as though perhaps you've been worn out long before this encounter.
It's too bad, you had such a promising future of selling yourself. Of lighting yourself aflame so you can shine behind the crowd that called you worthless just last year. They don't know what it means to be a star. They don't understand what it means to glow in the morning heat.
And they never really will.
Do you know why?
Because,
I do.
It's called ignorance, and they eat a heaping bowl for breakfast.
A steaming cup for lunch.
A thick and savory plate of it for dinner.
And did I mention, 3 spoonfuls a day for the youngens.

Dead dead dead dead dead dead dead dead deaD
They're all fucking dead on the inside and out.

Kill your voice, kill your soul
Kill your freedom
kill your freedom
kill your freedom?
Destroy the light
Destroy the voice you have,
the only one.
Because the words you choose are worthless.
And you only speak in the language of greed.