Текст: Colin Of Arabia. Snitch. Prozac.

Feels like I'm dying, pain never fades,
Don't cry, don't pray, don't beg for my soul.
That is the price I pay, today.
There's no prescription
Fight this depression
Make no progress
Only regression
What do the doctors know anyway
Inside my head they can't feel the pain.
The way these pills make me just isn't me
Constrict my head and liberty
Are they keeping me sane
Or just keeping me passive
Can't feel the heal just swollen fractures
Cracks and fissures
Tearing tissue
Mental issues
Feels like I'm dying
Pain never fades
Price I pay
today