Smile Empty Soul - Therapy

Too many weeds in the flowers
Too many pills in the pharmacy now
Too many bugs in the shower
There`s too much shit in the air we breathe now

There`s too much anger inside me
There`s too much scarring when i bleed
There`s too much therapy i need
There is no god that I have seen

There`s too much doubt in my mom`s words
There`s too much fear in the way she sees life
I wonder if I`m just like her
I wonder if I can make myself right

You try to help
You listen well
You cannot change the way i see