| Man I’m really panic’n
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| Feel’n plastic like manikin
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| So please pass me the Xanax
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| I’m just trying to feel like me again
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| Recently I’ve been needing reasons
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| To even get out of bed
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| The more I think the less I feel
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| Imprisoned’d inside my head
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| And I
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| Can’t escape cause there’s nowhere to run
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| Should I
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| Should I go right into the sun
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| I feel like
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| Giving up am I the only one
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| A matter of time
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| Til' there design will kill everyone
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| It has begun
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| Count down 3,2,1
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| It’s the end of the
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| World (Destruction…)
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| Count down 3,2,1
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| It’s the end of the…
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| Please god help me
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| Please god help me
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| Maybe I’ve been trying to cope
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| All is lost
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| A loss of hope
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| I don’t really care no more
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| Even since that I’ve awoke
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| Everything is such a joke
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| When you can see through the smoke
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| Find yourself against the rope
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| Now they got you by the throat
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| It’s all just too much to bear
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| Is there anybody there
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| Can somebody hear me screaming
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| Anybody, Anywhere
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| How can I
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| Live like this
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| Close my eyes
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| Clutch my fist
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| Nervous twitch
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| I’m alive
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| Yet somehow I don’t exist
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| Nothing but an empty shell
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| My body a prison shell
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| All these thoughts surround me
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| Seclusion inside of my own head
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| All of this darkness
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| Holding me hostage
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| Repetitious nonsense
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| Every second constant
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| The plan
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| No foreign progress |