Therapy

I am on fire
I’m standin' in water with live wire
I shouldn’t be alive, I wasn’t a live prier
My gun had live rounds and hadn’t died either
It’s on a strict diet that’s high in iron and fiber
I’m not love worthy, I’m fine in isolation
My murders and crimes are just fines and violations
I like being the brains behind the operation
But I’m blood thirsty, I might die of dehydration
But I don’t like charity, I’ll recoup and recover
I live life vicariously through others
I’m livin' off the blood that I take from our true customers
If someone ain’t pullin' their weight, the group suffers
My gun’s sensitive to the slightest of vibration
I gotta be patient and wait for the right occasion
I need enough strength to control my night cravings
I need a blood bank that can hold my life savings
I lived underneath of Hell
I couldn’t eat, couldn’t leave the cell
I couldn’t see, I learned to read from a Speak and Spell
It was everything I needed, I was treated well
Just another day at the +Office+, I was Steve Carell
I couldn’t sleep, I’d stand the entire task
A would-be king, the man in the iron mask
I was trapped, my capturer had the higher grasp
'Til I snapped the bars and shattered the fiberglass
It was enemy territory, foreign sand
It wasn’t heaven or hell, it was borderland
My birthparents must’ve had a more important plan
They left me on a porch, knocked on the door and ran
In the wrong hands, abandoned with calamity
I ain’t have a chance or a family
I ain’t have a plan B or sanity
I ain’t have fantasies in canopies
Life is no guarantees or answer keys