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