the party never ends

forgot to pick up my script
and I'm dying
I'm drying out
she's a pistol
but she can sit on my face
stick it in my mouth
and suffocate me down

I got my mood swinging
violently
destablized and seizing
I can't decide whether I'm on fire
or deep freezing

We're going through the motions
working the steps
attending group torture sessions
expressing our supposed emotions
to shorten our sentence
plea-bargaining a reduction
throw yourself to the lions
at the mercy of the court
at the judge's instruction
and indiscretion
the raid came down like a nightstick
upside my head
too many loose ends
and planted evidence