I've got this gnawing emptiness hiding inside of me
So I swallow my vice
And follow the advice
Of my friends and family

My mother says pray to God
My brother says get a job
My friends say be happy
Pop some pills and then you'll see it all
Fade away, fade to grey

I've been told that pills are sold
By devils out to steal your soul
I've been told if you're depressed
It's best to put your mind at rest
And pop some pills you'll see
You'll be less stressed

And maybe it'd be great to medicate
To feel nothing at all, but
I'm filled with too much self hate to think
This isnt my fault
They say cast aside the sad and pain
Turn a few knobs in my brain and be like what everyone
What everyone seems like
Am I sick?
Or is the world sick?
Or are we both sick?
And I'm the wrong kind of sick to exist

Or maybe this is just a list of things that feel true when I feel like shit

My mother says pray to God
My brother says get a job
My friends say be happy

Pop some pills and then you'll see your world
Fade to grey