Mercy Cage Prozac God And The Atomic Bomb
'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
15 years of freedom in one
Tiny little pill
And yet...
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
