Anthem for the Depressed

Synthetic fabric touches my synthetic skin
I am an android but they call me alien
I'll never be your jedi knight in shining brass
I'll never walk up on the stage and kick somebody's ass

I'm not a cowboy riding out along the range
I'm talking to myself and acting pretty strange
I'm not a sex symbol I'm not a handsome guy
I'll never play the leading role in the movie of my life

I'm an anti-christ and I'm an anarchist and I just don't know what I want
Give me good advice and tell me it's all right and help me make it through the night

I look inside myself and see my heart is pink
Another suicide was fished out of the drink
Another tightrope walker trips and falls and sinks
Another missed appointment with the latest shrink
I look inside myself and see my lungs are black
I take an x-ray and I watch cancer attack
All of the living cells inside mutate and die
And there was never enough time for us to say goodbye

I'm an anti-christ and I'm an anarchist and I just don't know what I want
Give me good advice and tell me it's all right and help me make it through the night