Cut Into Me - Krum Bums

They say its up to me

They say its up to you

They say a bunch of shit

When its hell they put you through

Death on TV, death on the streets

Its death you’ve got to pray for

If you want any peace

They cut into me,

They cut into you,

They throw it away

(Nothing you can do)

They cut into me

Oh, Ritalin’s the heroin of bratty little kids

The bums on the street want more than you can give

So dance on broken glass

And drink straight from the fire

Forget what you know

Oh, shoot what gets you higher

I get up and I see all the ugly things in this world

Don’t think I can take it

Look at your TV, it’s controlled reality

All this fucking shit, It cuts into me