Blanks in my pocket a wasteland in my head
I wanna spit it out but it seems like everyone is dead
Booby trap my mind and baby count to three
I laugh at the dying horse I'm glad it wasn't me

& now they wanna chance me
Or maybe rearange me
Like a power source - I'm a loaded gun
I got no remorse - for the things I've done

But my power slips away
They locked me up for good today
Science getting access to my brain

Stiches in my head a bad fucking deal
A pretty girl in white asks me how I feel
The ball of confusion is rollin' down the lane
Like a lethal injectionâ'‚¬¦â'‚¬¦.no more pain

So what the hell did you expect
Less than zero or a little respect
But i'm goin' down in history
I will dwell in misery
The Zyko P insanity