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ZILF - Trust Me, I'm a Doctor! lyrics

Artist: ZILF

album: The Album


Take it to see
If it opens your eyes
I hope it heals the pain you just described
Unwilling to try confronting your mind
Turn to the industry to extract your misery
Happiness is a pharmaceutical feeling of a
Self-inflicted chemical lobotomy to stabilise the
Unexamined brain that you neglected
We do bad things to make us feel better
Are we damaged goods or just a trope?
(La-la-la-la)
(La-la-la)
(La-la-la-la-la)
(La-la-la)
(La-la-la)
Drink up this philtre to ward against the black mirror
We redefine the anodyne to fit our expectations into
Bleak realities because we are afraid to challenge them
Medicine
Is everybody's new best friend
Reliable until the end
But you're still gonna fucking die!
Medicine
Is everybody's new best friend
Reliable until the end
But you're still gonna fucking die!
Stop acting like you're so hard done by
You should be careful what you wish for
Ropes to hang from
Repeat prescriptions, charge them to my credit card
And forget the feelings I had before the medication
Heat up a ready meal, crumble in the powder
Truth is a distant noise and silence is louder
Pick up the phone, there's money to be made
For everyone who has the same disease
I can hear the nurses jingling their keys
From down the halls that were built like a maze
How can you tell if you're feeling better?
When you say you're always down
But your situation begs to differ
And your friends are all around
Do you have more money and charisma?
Is the world in love with you?
Has the weight been lifted from your shoulders?
Are your dreams becoming true?
How can you tell if you're feeling better?
When you say you're always down
But your situation begs to differ
And your friends are all around
Do you have more money and charisma?
Is the world in love with you?
Has the weight been lifted from your shoulders?
Are your dreams becoming true?
Trust me, I'm a doctor!
Do as I say 'till your forget what you came in for
You can start, but you're not allowed to stop
How many more of these pills can you pop?
Trust me, I'm a doctor!
Do as I say 'till your forget what you came in for
You can start, but you're not allowed to stop
How many more of these pills can you pop?
Searching for a way to straighten out the lines
But you're numb with no chance of moving
Or the situation improving so
Just keep shovelling, guzzling, stuffing down again
To hide the mental bruising
And to keep this car crash cruising
Lurching from euphoria to lethargy
Your fantasies consuming, life situation improving so
Brace yourself, open wide
Swallow down, fake a smile, repeat
Until you find yourself confronted with the agitating evidence
Retreat

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