Red Pills / Blue Pills

Red pill or blue pills.
Pick one to be filled, now.

This episode is killing me,
It's hard to overcome depression and anxiety.
Use a variety of things to kill sobriety,
In hope of quieting the demons that reside in me.

The High Society of keeping with the Jones's.
Tiptoed through tulips,
Now I'm running through the roses.

They say it's dopeness, everything I'm composing.
But I feel hopeless,
Gimme a diagnosis,
Is this psychosis?

Doctor, Doctor,
Give me the news.
I'm on, edge,
And I don't know what to do, now.

It's hard for me to grasp reality now,
Don't wanna end up a catastrophe now.

(And she said),
Red pill or blue pills.
This is not a drill.
It don't matter what you want,
Just pick one to be filled, now.
Then take your poison, now.
These medicated poisons.

It's that red pill or blue pill,
This is not a drill.
It don't matter what you give me,
It's all supposed to kill me.
But I'll take my poison, now.
These medicated poisons.

Did you know those side effects include,
Every day subdued.
The withdrawals from their chemicals,
And changes to your mood.
If this is what they're selling us, there's more that they would do,
If this is what they're telling us,
There's more that they exclude, so.

Maybe I should check these poisons, out.
They say that I can come back, down.
So if I check these poisons, out.
Only one way to figure out.

Doctor, Doctor,
Give me the news.
I'm on, edge,
And I don't know what to do, now.

It's hard for me to grasp reality now,
I'll take the meds if you can figure me out.

(And she said),
Red pill or blue pills.
This is not a drill.
It don't matter what you want,
Just pick one to be filled, now.
Then take your poison, now.
These medicated poisons.

It's that red pill or blue pill,
This is not a drill.
It don't matter what you give me,
It's all supposed to kill me.
But I'll take my poison, now.
These medicated poisons.

This is not a drill,
Woah.