Wellbutrin
Do you ever feel like your wheels exploded
Like nothing is real, reality eroded
There’s no free will when your killed and loaded on pills
That’s the way you feel..
On the night before the end of all days
Take your pill, watch the books ablaze
Look at all the wild ways
We escape into a haze
I’m sorry you feel so stuck in a void
Won’t you please just fill it with me?
Neurotransmitters have been deployed
Do you think those pills set you free?
We go up, we go down a panacea has been found
There’s no low, no high
Living flat line, then you die
The Apothecary run the country with their lies
And “happy people” they won’t ask “why”
So invent another pill and prevent all uprisings
There’s no truth in Wellbutrin
Copyright 2002 Beau Phillips