How are we supposed to smile in the faces 
Of the people that took our shit 
It’s better off this way 

How are we supposed to laugh
When it’s easier to do as your told 
You barely have enough time 

Drip, drip, drip, 1, 2, 3 
Always measuring 
Always counting 

Quantity over quality 
Give me more 
So you can forget about how shitty the last one was. 

Find solace in sleep 
Take half to a full tablet every evening 
Sometimes more 

That’s okay, as long as you’re getting your work done
As long as you’re getting up in the morning 
As long as your showering 

As long as you consume the nonsense 
And limit yourself to the cage you’ve been assigned. 
Sit down. Shut up. Get to work. 

Make it up as you go. 
Find comfort in listening
You really don’t need to say something all the time 

Fill yourself with noise 
I know it’s hard to pour from an empty cup 
But the fact the you’re still pouring 

Means the meds are still working :~)