Secret Agent - Broken Bones

I’m hooked on some addicting agent

Society itself is part of the problem

Live each day with mixed up ideas

Thinking about tomorrows tension and fears

Pills to wake me, pills to waste me

Kill my brain, tranquilise me

My mind is gone, I’m slave to a drug

Now, I’m gonna scream

I’ve had enough

I’m having trouble with sex

My mind won’t leave it alone

Left in a state of fantasy

With no escape to reality

Don’t stand there and look down on me

Or try to make me into something I don’t want to be

Don’t try to tell me how to talk

Or you’ll make the inside of my head go