Medicated


I’m borderline genius, does that make me crazy?
Deep sleep depravation, my mind is kinda hazy.
Prescription painkillers for all my neuroses.
Alcohol consumption over the top overdoses.

Medicated.

I’m scared of the dark, won’t go out in the day.
Try to build myself up, watch me wastin’ away.
I take uppers and downers, to keep me hangin’ on.
Personal psychiatrist tells me where I went wrong.

CHORUS

I listen to the voices, pick each out of the crowd,
lips whisperin’ softly, bitchin’ ’bout me out loud.
They pushed me in a corner, outta sight outta mind.
Don’t need a fortune teller to see how this shit unwinds.

CHORUS

©13.9.2019 Andrew Robert Chapman

They pushed me in a corner, too far and too fast.
Don’t need a fortune teller to see how this shit unfolds.
I’m shakin’ like a leaf, when I’m comin’ down,
And I look around with wild red eyes,
but I don’t see anyone
Pills and painkillers, daily overdoses.
, see the end coming


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