Pressed

Prescribed for my self deprecation
Couldn't handle me at my worst
It's all a lie that they feed to the public
While their pockets begin to fill

Inscribed follow each direction
Read every word like your life is in your own hands
Then maybe you will begin to feel something
(Feel something)

I can't buy in to a pill making me happy
I watch my friends all dying around me
You have choice to make every day worth living
Don't lose your voice as you're swallowing half-hearted prescriptions

This should make you feel better
This should make me feel better
Nothing makes me feel better

No, you kept on preaching and preaching
And now we are all codependent
No, you kept us reaching and reaching for more
There is no end in sight

No, you kept on preaching and preaching
And now we are all codependent
No, you kept us reaching and reaching for more
There is no end in sight



Credits
Writer(s): Arrold Walton
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