F(r)iends
Chemical straightjacket
Medicated, blasted
All devoid of passion
Serotonin crashing
Hooked on pills you have to ration
All of my friends are so strung out
Slaves to the 'scripts they can't live without
All of my friends are so strung out
All of my friends are so strung out
Empty orange bottles cover the floor
Go and see the doctor if you want more
Empty orange bottles cover the floor
Go and see the doctor if you want more
All my friends are so strung out
Slaves to the scripts they can't live without
All my friends are so strung out
Slaves to the scripts they can't live without
Doctors selling smack with a fancy name
Enabling the addicts is the core of the game
Doesn't matter if you come from the slums or the burbs
Kids be nodding off in the streets and the church
Class reunion in the grave
All my friends are slaves, class reunion in the grave
(All my friends are slaves, class reunion in the grave)
All my friends are so strung out
Slaves to the 'scripts they can't live without
All my friends are so strung out
Slaves to the 'scripts they can't live without
The same apologies circle this body
Only to fall in line and eventually haunt me
(I know)
How it feels to have your blood thin
Heavy head, dead to the world
With nothing within
Passing through capillaries
Another goddamn toxic remedy
All I wanna do is fill this hole
I wanna feel so holy
Red, eyes
Speak, lies
Red, eyes
Speak, lies
Medicated, blasted
All devoid of passion
Serotonin crashing
Hooked on pills you have to ration
All of my friends are so strung out
Slaves to the 'scripts they can't live without
All of my friends are so strung out
All of my friends are so strung out
Empty orange bottles cover the floor
Go and see the doctor if you want more
Empty orange bottles cover the floor
Go and see the doctor if you want more
All my friends are so strung out
Slaves to the scripts they can't live without
All my friends are so strung out
Slaves to the scripts they can't live without
Doctors selling smack with a fancy name
Enabling the addicts is the core of the game
Doesn't matter if you come from the slums or the burbs
Kids be nodding off in the streets and the church
Class reunion in the grave
All my friends are slaves, class reunion in the grave
(All my friends are slaves, class reunion in the grave)
All my friends are so strung out
Slaves to the 'scripts they can't live without
All my friends are so strung out
Slaves to the 'scripts they can't live without
The same apologies circle this body
Only to fall in line and eventually haunt me
(I know)
How it feels to have your blood thin
Heavy head, dead to the world
With nothing within
Passing through capillaries
Another goddamn toxic remedy
All I wanna do is fill this hole
I wanna feel so holy
Red, eyes
Speak, lies
Red, eyes
Speak, lies
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Writer(s): Michael Irineo Campa
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