Blanks in my pocket a wasteland in my head

I wanna spit it out but it seems like everyone is dead

Booby trap my mind and baby count to three

I laugh at the dying horse I'm glad it wasn't me



& now they wanna chance me

Or maybe rearange me

Like a power source - I'm a loaded gun

I got no remorse - for the things I've done



But my power slips away

They locked me up for good today

Science getting access to my brain



Stiches in my head a bad fucking deal

A pretty girl in white asks me how I feel

The ball of confusion is rollin' down the lane

Like a lethal injection…….no more pain



So what the hell did you expect

Less than zero or a little respect

But i'm goin' down in history

I will dwell in misery

The Zyko P insanity