'Fuck Prozac' she said It's such an ordinary drug It'll make you better if better Is really how you need to feel Fake plastic overture The smile crack'd The mirror wavers Fifteen years of freedom in one tiny little pill And yet...
Like a virus she comes Like a virus she comes And we suffer the flesh We are as one
No more vibration No more colour To not go quietly into the night Where did your light go? The flame snuffed out The lamp convulsing Dry swallowed, somewhat damaged Crawling on the floor The picture incomplete Attacks the image Takes a blowtorch To the flame of memory
Scars like the sun Sheds its lie on everyone As ever, the same...
And we suffer the flesh Missed dreams of hope, faith Oh everything is wrong Awake with the dead He dreams of Prozac, God and the atomic bomb
Still we suffer the flesh Missed dreams of hope, faith Oh everything is wrong Awake with the dead He dreams of Prozac, God and the atomic bombTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
