Miss Medicated

You said that the pills would make me feel better
Instead they make me feel nothing but empty
The Prozac is raping my head, fucking me up
I want to go home and sleep in my own bed tonight
But you keep me in range of your evil dissecting eye
Observing me, saying its all for my own well being
Making me swallow the pill called chemical happiness
And giving me dirty tap water to wash it down
I'm longing for life unmedicated, unmonitored
I'm feeling the serotonin burning my brain
The dreamy fog, the haze provoking hallucination
Even though I'm wide awake, I feel so dead
I feel my fucked-up head begin to slip away
I'm unable to feel, maybe they took out my soul
Emotions of any kind are all so lost on me
The lights are on in my head, but nobody's home
The toxic haze of numb around my heart
Another drugged-up crazy fuck in the mental ward
I wish I coult spit it out for good