Peter Piper Picked a Pair of Pills to Pop
Just to see what they’d do to him
He Popped a cocktail stocked with
Adderall, Buspar, Benzos and Zoloft-
But they didn’t send him soaring like his friends said they should
Like he thought they would.
You see, Peter’s Pals don’t Pop the Pills like Peter does-
Peter Piper failed to Properly Profess
That the Pair of Pills he Picked to Pop
Were Prescribed by the doc that Promised Peter
He would feel better...
Better grades and grateful teachers.
But fucking with chemistry doesn’t guarantee sanity just calls for more therapy-
Explain to me why
Binding battle wounds with paper and praying it stops the bleeding.
I’ve gotten used to the feeling popping pills provide me-
Creativity ceded for the appeal of apathy
But now that I’m grown and have learned how to cope
The world ain't so helpful to me anymore
My pills don’t cost like they used to no more
My teachers don’t help keep my grades up no more
Now that I am no longer a subtracted detraction
Distraction, disruption, disobedient delinquent.
Instead of talking and tapping and running and laughing
The chaos is caged in my cranium's stadium
And I’m the only one here to hear the show.
When I was a kid I felt like everyone looked after me
Even though in reality they were just keeping track of me
Creating a pill popper and expecting normality
I mean, I guess apathy’s much better than hyperactivity
Part of me wants to be back the way I used to be
when I used to breathe
Without my serotonin saviors-
My dopamine dealers
That only give me what I need
When I get on my knees
And take them down my throat.
I’m a registered drug addict
disguised in the lie that these drugs aren’t those drugs
Because my prescription subscription certifies my addiction
But those drugs help too.
My brain is so fucked up
that the shit that makes you fly
Just pulls my head above the water
so I can stop drowning for a couple of hours.
It's scary when you realize that
you need these drugs to survive-
Normal was interrupted, disrupted and adjusted
To fit the checkbox checking if you take your medicine every morning...
Every morning I sign my soul
to the deceiving demon of dependence
That came to simply satisfy my symptoms and suffering
But now enslaves me and enchants me
with the normalcy it brings me.
I’m still stuck in some sick simulation
And the only way to wake up
from this matrix of madness
Is to take this pill...
Because only then I am free-
Only then I am finally