Three, Two, One - Prozak

Man I’m really panic’n

Feel’n plastic like manikin

So please pass me the Xanax

I’m just trying to feel like me again

Recently I’ve been needing reasons

To even get out of bed

The more I think the less I feel

Imprisoned’d inside my head

And I

Can’t escape cause there’s nowhere to run

Should I

Should I go right into the sun

I feel like

Giving up am I the only one

A matter of time

Til' there design will kill everyone

It has begun

Count down 3,2,1

It’s the end of the

World (Destruction…)

Count down 3,2,1

It’s the end of the…

Please god help me

Please god help me

Maybe I’ve been trying to cope

All is lost

A loss of hope

I don’t really care no more

Even since that I’ve awoke

Everything is such a joke

When you can see through the smoke

Find yourself against the rope

Now they got you by the throat

It’s all just too much to bear

Is there anybody there

Can somebody hear me screaming

Anybody, Anywhere

How can I

Live like this

Close my eyes

Clutch my fist

Nervous twitch

I’m alive

Yet somehow I don’t exist

Nothing but an empty shell

My body a prison shell

All these thoughts surround me

Seclusion inside of my own head

All of this darkness

Holding me hostage

Repetitious nonsense

Every second constant

The plan

No foreign progress