Spex - Can't stand this mess Sunshine's too bright for her pale skin The clock rings for lunchtime and she cries till her eyes start aching... Her heart's racing, facing her prescription "Three meals a day" that her body's rejecting So she fantasises about having her wrist slit Of not being that misfit that can't keep nutrisions She leaves school early today, like everyday Going home to depressed memories, emptiness and a wasted dad... She got ideals to thank, fashion magazines Starving models, plastic surgery and naked manikins Breast implants and ageless pornography Infants dying of slim fast in this ancient society Small children earning pay checks orally And sexist pigs feeding this fainting reality The tough pressure by companies on pre-teens To live up to that happy picture shown on TV Telling you that living is easy, weed leafs Offering a presence of comfort, but believe me It ain't worth it... But she'll do anything to ease the moment though Too many fixes and hits conjures her broken soul Mom is dead, Dad only sees answers in the bottom of a bottle While her body's neglected and forgotten A small girl with mascara running down her cheeks Inner eyes fleeing her own body panicking Downstairs, slowly she opens the bathroom cabinet Finding a bottle, open it and grab two tablets The bathtub is tapped full, pulling her last breath Swallowing the pills and fall asleep, it feels perfect Feeling her soul leave her body beneath the surface She's free now, no more bulling on brakes No more waking up at night, fully awake No more running crying from the cafeteria To the toilets, throwing up her interiors No more pain to handle, rage to mantle No more painful questions and faithful answers She had it, couldn't take it A product of society that didn't make it