Medicated, jaded, still rippin’ that steel when anxiety tortures me I quit my job year after fuckin’ year. I’ve lost friends. I’ve lost family. My choices burn deep red, with the passions in my soul rattlin’ around in my head. Jekyll and Hyde, I understand; There’s no use fightin’ it, I just no longer can. Make me happy, Make me sad, But you can’t make me fit in, Capitalism is bullshit, You can’t fuckin’ win. I’m never fully out of it, but I’m never full in, ‘In-Between Societies,’ Let that freedom sink in…