Silver Bullet

I need a hit
I need to quench my strain
Or I'll sink
Into an endless tormented pain
I aint leavin' bed
I don't wanna eat or talk or see
May as well be dead
Coz with myself I just cannot be

But wait, I got friends
Maybe I'll just go out, and pretend
And I'll drink and I'll drink and I'll lose all control
And I'll spread all the grief around

I don't have to be patient
I don't have to work at mending this mess
I can take a pill to quick-fix this sick
Coz everyone knows, yeah we all believe
That the silver bullet is real

We got Dr Google
We got psychologists
We got psychiatrists, and dieticians
And fortune tellers too
There's speakers to motivate you (you're in control of you)
And coaches for your life (visualise your chosen reality)
We got watches
That tell us if we've stepped into strife

But wait, I could find God
Maybe I'll join a gym, and workout
And I'll eat right, I'll sleep right, I'll throw out my booze
And I'll write self-loathing poetry

I don't have to be patient
I don't have to work at mending this ship
I can take a pill to quick-fix this sick
Coz everyone knows, yeah we all believe
That the silver bullet is real

I don't have to be patient
I don't have to work at mending this mess
I can take a pill to quick-fix this sick
Coz everyone knows, yeah we all believe
That the silver bullet is real



Credits
Writer(s): Grant Collett, Kieren Phillips, Luke Folkard, Philip Howe
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