F(R)iends - Dead, Awake, Aidan Holmes

Chemical straightjacket

Medicated, blasted

All devoid of passion

Serotonin crashing

Hooked on pills you have to ration

All of my friends are so strung out

Slaves to the ‘scripts they can’t live without

All of my friends are so strung out

All of my friends are so strung out

Empty orange bottles cover the floor

Go and see the doctor if you want more

Empty orange bottles cover the floor

Go and see the doctor if you want more

All my friends are so strung out

Slaves to the scripts they can’t live without

All my friends are so strung out

Slaves to the scripts they can’t live without

Doctors selling smack with a fancy name

Enabling the addicts is the core of the game

Doesn’t matter if you come from the slums or the burbs

Kids be nodding off in the streets and the church

Class reunion in the grave

All my friends are slaves, class reunion in the grave

All my friends are slaves, class reunion in the grave

All my friends are so strung out

Slaves to the ‘scripts they can’t live without

All my friends are so strung out

Slaves to the ‘scripts they can’t live without

The same apologies

Circle this body

Only to fall in line

And eventually haunt me

(I know)

How it feels

To have your blood thin

Heavy head, dead to the world

With nothing within

Passing through capillaries

Another goddamn toxic remedy

All I wanna do is fill the hole

I wanna feel so holy

Red eyes

Speak lies