A blue square to numb the pain   White hexagons to accelerate   Swallow yellow to relax   Whisky and a green one to forget the past      Speak to me now,   Won’t you put your guns in the ground?   Let’s sing till our voices break the sound      Doctors to say I’m sane   White rectangles now to concentrate   Another yellow to relax   Scribbled down solutions to erase the past      Got me feeling like an outsider   They’re in her drawer   But she says she doesn’t take ‘em   Got me feeling like an outsider they’re in her drawer   But she does not take ‘em all   Oh no now we’ve all been diagnosed   Oh no I can not feel at all      Society creates symptoms:   The system medicates them   (there is no progress in a cure,   they’ve got their eyes on the return   it came from our own hand   to squeeze the last survivor)      Kiss me baby, make it better, kiss me baby   You can make it better   Would you, would you ever?   Could you, could you ever?   (watch your life through a screen)