small room, bright lights nothing novel in my sights its killing me without the kindness im an early century cliche typeface, no ink im focused on nothing well, nothing new by any accord im so bored of being bored
medicate me i hope these chemicals wont deceive me medicate me i want something new to take me then release me
whats something new to trust to help me shake this rust? building up beneath me nipping at my heels
frenzy of noise static posed as poise im emptied out, Im cored im so bored of being bored
take a breath, slow my heartbeat to where it should be
medicate me i hope these chemicals wont defeat me medicate me i want something new to take me then to free me