Next Episode Starts

Get a shrink, get a gym Pick yourself a God, and get right with Him Still lie awake and watch the landscape lightenin' 'Til one more time you've waited out the dark Scream your rage to the abyss Does "social" really seem like the right word for this? A hundred pixelated hearts and thumbs up fists Say you're right to feel as empty as you are Is anyone alive out there? Am I getting through to you? The next episode starts In four, three, two Maybe it's you, or maybe it's A functioning reaction to apocalypse Does "illness" really feel like the right word for this? This feeling that things shouldn't be this way So turn your head, and look away 'Cause suffering and pain, they happen every day But if any of your plates drop, there'll be hell to pay So find a way to make it through the day But for a second there Thought I was getting through to you The next episode starts In four, three, two And I want things to be okay I just can't see how they will be You say, "We must keep hope alive" But I think that's what's gonna kill me The times you wish you didn't care If caring this much might just break you You can never be Who not caring would make you Tell yourself, that come the dawn You're gonna start again anew The next episode starts In five, four, three, two