Red Pill Blues


It’s not a fever nor a virus, but there’s somethin’ wrong with me:
I’m a medical disaster, a category three.
Maybe it was the red pill, which I took to see the truth,
against my better judgement, I’m not all that bulletproof.

And the voices ’round me shoutin’,
like as if they know what’s right.

It’s not all … black and white,
with the red pill blues.

I’m still fallin’, yeah free-fallin’, an’ I don’t know when I’ll stop.
I’m still spinnin’, in this warren, it’s one helluva big drop.
Was I too late? Like the rabbit? Was I so under the thumb?
Opiated, captivated, a real-special kind of dumb.

And the voices ’round me laughin’,
like as if they know what’s right.

CHORUS

Tumblin’ an’ a-plummetin’ I’m descendin’ way too fast,
hardly time to breathe the present, can’t forget about the past.
The future’s just a speck of light which never grows in size,
guess this is my punishment for openin’ some eyes.

And the voices ’round me scoffin’,
like as if they know what’s right!

CHORUS

©10.9.2019 Andrew Robert Chapman

guess this is my just punishment for openin’ some eyes.


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