Yeah. They say take a pill, it’ll fix your brain. But they don’t tell you ‘bout the crash. They don’t tell you ’bout the pain. Listen. (Verse 1) Poppin’ different meds, hoping something’s gonna click But the cure is feeling worse than the reason I am sick. Ritalin came through, pulled me back into the line For a minute I was focused, for a minute I was fine. Then the fuse blew out, and my life began to cave Lost 13 kilos, looking like I’m near the grave. Couldn’t eat a single bite, body shutting down the core Staring at the ceiling, couldn’t take it anymore. Brain completely fried, couldn’t find a single spark Medication dragged me from the light into the dark. (Chorus) (Beat drops hard and aggressive) Bills out my ears, debt collectors on the phone! IRD is chasing, and I’m drowning on my own! They say “get it together,” but my mind is fully stuck Looking at my life like it’s a whole big fuck-up. Where’s the happiness? Man, I forgot how it feels Crushed beneath the weight of the trauma and the bills. Yeah, I’m trying to survive, but I’m running out of luck Just a burnt-out man in a whole big fuck-up. (Verse 2) Hit the absolute bottom, ended up inside the ward Crisis team looking at a man who dropped his sword. Dark thoughts in my head, wanted out of this life Cut the cord, end the pain, walk away from the strife. When your mind is the prison and the walls are closing in And the pills that you’re taking feel exactly like a sin. I was screaming out for help, but the system is a joke Nine weeks on a waitlist while I’m choking on the smoke. I’m just trying to be a dad, trying to get the money right But I’m fighting with a brain that is giving up the fight. (Chorus) (Loud, raw emotion) Bills out my ears, debt collectors on the phone! IRD is chasing, and I’m drowning on my own! They say “get it together,” but my mind is fully stuck Looking at my life like it’s a whole big fuck-up. Where’s the happiness? Man, I forgot how it feels Crushed beneath the weight of the trauma and the bills. Yeah, I’m trying to survive, but I’m running out of luck Just a burnt-out man in a whole big fuck-up. (Outro) (Beat strips back to just a slow drum) But I’m still breathing. I walked out of that ward. I’m still standing. The IRD can wait. The debt collectors can wait. Monday is coming. I just gotta make it to Monday. Yeah.
