Wake up, wake up, at the bottom of the stairs,   Laid out prone, so vividly unaware,   Punctured out neural tissue, what can it be, to be so unhappy, to be unhappy      It's anxiety, and it's tearing you to shreds,   Don't die yet, baby, you forgot to make the beds,   It's anxiety, and it's really gonna kill you,   It's anxiety, killing you like slow poison      Anxiety, anxiety, anxiety, oh woe is me      Now something, it's got a hold on, bring in the night,   Breathe on the lines, I would love to be paralyzed,   What is the matter, what can it be,   To be so unhappy, to be unhappy,   Maybe you got the rabies and maybe you got the flu,   But you can't try to fix it, 'cause you don't know what to do      Anxiety, and it's really gonna kill you   Anxiety, killing you like very slow poison      Anxiety, anxiety, anxiety, anxiety