In Her Drawer

A blue square to numb the pain
 white hexagons to accelerate
 swallow yellow to relax
 whiskey and a green one to forget the past
 Speak to me now,
 won't you put your guns in the ground?
 Let's sing till our voices break the sound
 Doctors say that I'm insane
 while rectangles now to concentrate
 another yellow to relax
 scribbled down solutions to erase the past
 Got me feeling like an outsider
 They're in her drawer
 but she says she doesn't take em
 Got me feeling like an outsider
 They're in her drawer
 but she does not take em all
 Oh no now we've all been diagnosed
 oh no I can not feel at all
 Society creates symptoms;
 the system medicates them
 (there is no progress in a cure,
 they've got their eyes on the return
 it came from our own hand
 to squeeze the last survivor)
 Kiss me baby, make it better, kiss me baby
 you can make it better
 Would you, would you ever?
 Could you, could you ever?
 (watch your life through a screen)