fix them

what if i hung myself with a necktie.
what if i tied the knot, jumped away and flew high.
im not too young to die.

im not so sure
what he meant by
keep your head up.
when my head is down
finding every reason to stay silent
im less likely to fuck up.

why did the media never tell us
to fuck down?
show us what is shown
really only slows the show down.

to the point where
every award is a rip off.
im going to rip off the head
of one of those kids,
prof.

unfairly we spin in circles
like a ferry makes its loops
and i never did enjoy the water
once it felt good
now all i feel is the freezing bite
of death nipping my ankles
i wonder, i wonder if i could

find the will to fight
despite
every
error
i
have
ever
made

a glitch in the system
fix them,
fix them,
fix them