hidden tracks
HIDDEN TRACKS: PURGASTORY

02. Step Two Of A Twelve Step Program

laid up, laid down my head
gave up to the low downs that i was fed
ate up all things they said
fed up with living like i am dead

i succumbed. dumb, from bumming under a thumb
numb, from becoming somewhat mum

shut up, shut down my screams
put up with the put downs from the regime
drank up all things they scheme
fed up with living like its a dream

being neutral and naive
we're fed up, having nothing to believe

i hung along on what was wrong
among some shunning under a gun
done. numbing my own tongue

wake up, i need to heal
get up, or never feel real again
speak up, i need to care
stand up, or always be unaware

embedded in nightmare
we're fed up, having nothing that is fair
we're fed up, (i need to heal) having nothing that is just
we're fed up, (i need to feel) having nothing you can trust
we're fed up, having nothing to believe
we're fed up, having nothing to believe