I simply ask you: Is this all you can do for me? Well, it ain't enough No, no, no And if my only other possibility is to Replace it all with numbness It still seems to be the path less tough Is it not so? Now I hear the pills sing: "You don't need the real thing Let us all in And we'll keep you from sinking." And after this jar Will I ever find my way back To how things used to be? No, no, no You tell me I'm not there by far "Here's a prescription for another pack These things take time, you see." Is that so? Now I hear the pills sing: "You don't need the real thing Let us all in And we'll keep you from sinking." And I sing along...