Prozak. Tales From The Sick. Crossing Over. Zeneszám

[Prayer]
I can't believe this is you, after everything we've gone thru jus look at ya and what
Ya been reduced to artificial life a respirator they've been workin on ya all night it's
In the paper how ya tried to take yaself out a bottle of pills and when they found ya
Ya were passed out, I wander still as ya died did ya have doubts when they revived
Ya ya were screamin with ya hands out strate from hell express route I see ya layin
In this bed now with machines and I.v.'s god please jus wanna rip them out but I can't
Cause if I do you will do damn it's hard to stand beside ya as I see ya and ya family cry

Don't kno where we go
When this life spins outta control
When it gets dark & it turns cold
And ya feelin like don't nobody kno
Glad ya all alone

Now ya body shakin I can see the demons over in the corner waitin it's elevating
Waitin for ya to crossover the threshold of mortality and deaths border close my
Eyes and hold ya hand now it's getting colder knew ya were upset depressed
And some what bi polar I tried to warn ya but as usual ya wouldn't listen ya face
Is pale ya bodys numb and now ya tears glisten on a mission to self descruct but
Kno ya wishin for the regret and blind hope and false intuition ya try and try to
Hold on but there's nothin left knowin each and everyone could be ya last breath
That takes ya to ya final rest

Don't kno where we go
When this life spins outta control
When it gets dark & it turns cold
And ya feelin like don't nobody kno
Glad ya all alone

Time to pull the plug and then it's thru the last rites, words and final hugs ya feel
The tears drip on ya and ya feel a tug for the very first time ya finally feelin love
It's too late komatoze and Catatonic state suprise in ya eyes wide ya fill ya fate
Eternally damned and dropped off in front of hells gates ya mind, body, and soul
Shall now desenegrate as all the demons celebrate.

Goodbye