We were introduced to medication at seven and eleven.
My brother's first thought was to break open the capsule
To the sound of my parents saying, "No, no, no."
Now we're poppin' pills from PEZ dispensers
Arms crossed like lovers taking shots
Wondering if the next one will be enough to end the onslaught.
Maybe if we stitch ourselves together,
We won't break against the weather
But our string is wet; the needle turned into a cigarette.
I'm afraid to go outside in case I might lose my eyes
So hold me close, brother.
We're all we have.
Before they trade us for some other,
Send us down the gypsy line.
By God, we're out of time.
We can't say goodbye no more
We can't check for signs no more
We can't be alive no more
Save us from our lives before-
What dreams did we have before seven and eleven
That we lost on the walk to heaven?
Now Hell's at our doorstep; we forgot to prep
Where's our apocalypse gear?
Run, before he gets here
But he's already inside - made up our minds
Do it, that deed.
Pull out the knife, don't put up a fight, wait-
This is what medication did to us?