Last Friday, I took acid and mushrooms I did not transcend, I felt like a walking piece of shit in a stupid looking jacket. And I walked around town and felt like I was in Sodom, there were filthy people seeking comfort for their bodies.

It was so obscene.

Filled with loathing and religious fervor, I laid on my friend's bedroom floor for an hour, and tried not to piss my pants.

And then I saw Jesus, and he said, "Who are you to go against the word of my father?" "Who are you? The scum of the Earth?

No we are just teens of style

There were people getting drunk, there were people getting high. They were falling to pieces right before my eyes, and I said "Mmhmm" a lot. And there was one guy there who kept asking me "How does it feel?" (Asking me, "Are you sure"). And I didn't even know how to begin to answer that question ("You don't want to talk about what you're experiencing right now?"), so I just said "I don't want to talk about it" (And I just said "no").

So there I was, just another shitbag civilian, afraid of the cops when I was outside, afraid of my friends when I was inside, and I grew tired of the scene.

And then my dad showed up, and he was like, "Who are you to go against the word of our fathers?" It goes "Who are you? The scum of the Earth" No we are just teens of style, no we are just, we are just victims of the contemporary style, yes we are just going along with the modern styles.