Meds

I'll pull my brain from my head, and stomp it out like a cigarette
I'm so damn sick of this doctor's bed, one hundred times and I'm still not dead
They shove these tubes in my mouth, it burns my throat as I pass out
Take your meds and wash them down, or you are never going home
Will I ever get out, am I doing better now

Am I doing better now

They cut my brain from oxygen, I feel so sick from adrenaline
When I wake it's done again, I wish the doctor would do me in
They push these tubes into my veins, they flush my blood with medicine
If you take these pills you might survive, but they will make you want to die
Will I ever get out, am I doing better now

Am I doing better now

They stitched me up where I was broke
I took my meds and I washed them down
I am free I'm going home
I am doing better now



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Writer(s): Zak Domogalla
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