Ghost Sector - Meanwhile, In Bartlett lyrics

This time I plan on walking through that f**ing door I know I've said this a million other times before These suburban lights all look the same I feel so stuck and I'm the one to blame Don't think that I can't face the truth Disa**ociation seems to blind you Go through the motions day by day just to get by Pawn off possessions every weekend to stay high My belongings break almost every week Steady source of cash, wouldn't that be sweet? No more room to say that it's getting better now I'm not the one to be feeling down and out A sudden fever for complete annihilation Decaying walls of middle cla** seem so sublime A paranormal sense of cla** segregation Let's burn a house or two so we can pa** the time