Dissolving pills, burning grass
Bet that the pain won\'t last
But the doctor man won\'t prescribe that
Medication, in sedation
My thoughts hold no retaliation
More, more, more, its become a wholesome relation
Pray to God, my God
That my brain won\'t fry
Just let the pain go die
No resolve, none at all
That\'s how they informed me
Ignorance, I\'m ignoring them
This hypocrite is soaring
And I\'m high above now
Looking down, my problems are ants
I forgot about my \"can\'ts\"
I have gained a different stance
But still, with all the suffering, I\'ll ask,
\"Why, why, why haven\'t we learned to fix that?\"