Clean

I am sick of this city
And I am sick of being broke
I don't know what to do with all my rage
Since I've quite systematically
Poisoning myself with smoke

I could turn it on to you
I could turn it on at random
Let it all out while you watch painfully amused
As I blend in with all the urban crazies
Screaming in tandem

I gotta get out
Gotta start clean
I gotta get out
Gotta start all over again
Gotta wipe this damned slate clean

I am sick of medication
And I am sick of being numb
I don't think I like this sedated, excavated
Shell of a human being that I've become

I could turn it on myself
That's what I've always done before
Wrapped in boxes, years of anger on a shelf
Buckle under the weight threatening to
Crash right down to the floor

I gotta get out
Gotta start clean
I gotta get out
Gotta start all over again
Gotta wipe this damned slate clean
Gotta start all over again

I can't hide and hide
Cause where I go is where I'll be
And I can drive and drive and drive
And still be in my head
It's hard to navigate around this rough topography
I strive and strive to find a light instead

I gotta get out
gotta start clean
I gotta get out
Gotta start all over again
Gotta wipe it clean

I gotta get out
Gotta start clean
I gotta get out
Gotta start all over again
Gotta wipe this damned slate clean
Got to wipe this damned slate clean