Wake up, wake up, at the bottom of the stairs,nLaid out prone, so vividly unaware,nPunctured out neural tissue, what can it be, to be so unhappy, to be unhappynnIt's anxiety, and it's tearing you to shreds,nDon't die yet, baby, you forgot to make the beds,nIt's anxiety, and it's really gonna kill you,nIt's anxiety, killing you like slow poisonnnAnxiety, anxiety, anxiety, oh woe is mennNow something, it's got a hold on, bring in the night,nBreathe on the lines, I would love to be paralyzed,nWhat is the matter, what can it be,nTo be so unhappy, to be unhappy,nMaybe you got the rabies and maybe you got the flu,nBut you can't try to fix it, 'cause you don't know what to donnAnxiety, and it's really gonna kill younAnxiety, killing you like very slow poisonnnAnxiety, anxiety, anxiety, anxietynn