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Three, Two, One

Prozak

Man I'm really panicin'
And feelin' 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 inside my head
And I, can't escape cause there's nowhere to run
Should I, go right into the sun
I feel like, giving up am I the only one
A matter of time
Till' there design will kill everyone
It has begun

Count Down 3, 2, 1
It's the end of the
World Destruction (4X)

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

Count Down 3, 2, 1
It's the end of the
World Destruction (4X)

Nothing but an empty shell
My body a prison cell
All these thoughts surround me
Seclusion inside of my own hell
All of this darkness
Holding me hostage
Repetitious nonsense
Every second constant
The malicious plan concept
No foreign progress
Beats me into ground until I'm non responsive
So I just fucking lay here and die
Take it in, take a pill, say goodbye

Count Down 3, 2, 1
It's the end of the
World Destruction (4X)
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