My blood boils
Like aluminum foil coils
I'm starting to lose it, and I don't know why
I'm thinking it's time that I say good-bye
This is retarded, there's nothing more
I am aggressive, right down to the core
Prozac is the best way to go
No one will know, and it probably won't show
Maybe now I should pull the trigger
And keep my head from growing bigger

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