Prescription Tweakers
By Laura
June 25, 2015
When did these amphetamines become the better part of me?
Masses strung out high above the labels we blindly believe
Crazy are the ones who drop the speed and slow it down
Foolish are the ones who think that ADD gave up the crown
There are no cures behind the trusted labels in the pharmacy
We’re tweakers, junkies, stoners; high on complacency
Ignorance is the pipe we smoke our haunted spirit of lies
Bliss is the drug we greedily pursue without our tired eyes
When did we stop looking for the answers to our questions?
When did we start believing in false prophets inside the sun?
We pray, we love, we consume without direction of any kind
This life of mine is starting to look like the blind leading the blind
I’m strung out these days on lies insurance companies buy
No search for the cure when the addicts just want to cry
Too much money at stake for false prophets to step down
They would rather play king while the masses slowly drown
Until the day we all will drown
Until the day we burn to the ground
Copyright © Laura Dee | Year Posted 2015
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