• Take your medication
    a pill, a joint, intoxication
    Go to bed with guilty concionce
    Wake up feeling cautious
    hide the pain you just expressed
    paint a smile, then get dressed
    where your mask, keep the facade
    till the day begins to fade
    and when everyones home
    they lock the doors to be alone
    let loose and heal the pain
    it's repetitive, it's mundane
    the way we live our lives
    at the mercy of the knives
    or the drink
    or of course the smokers stink
    We all are getting by
    Do our best to stay alive
    But of course we need our help
    the thing condemning us to hell
    our secret medication
    for every little patient
    waiting in their lives to die
    Sitting, passing time with cries.
    'Save me' 'Save me' 'Take me away'
    As they all decay.
    But it keaves you to wonder of peoples help
    And what makes their secret hell