"SIM" Balta

Barely kept from smoldering when I’m under the capsule’s oppression
A servant made less observant due to clinical depression
Fiending for a pharmacy to fill my fix; a violent mental fluoride
A vile daily dose of duloxetine hydrochloride
The instability became inability when I traded the pen for the toxin
I can’t stand the constant thumping in my cortex, read the core text on the Rx
Without the 60 mg, I’m strung out like guitar necks, spewing farfetched heartwretch
I feel a fool for imbibing this venom, A common junky on this legal cocktail
Prescribing an addiction to perdition, the doc failed
My pockets bleed for the need while their stock sails    

I’m a motherfucking thistle in the field of Lilly’s
This prescription addiction is a pharmaceutical crucifixion
Birthing new disorders, I need to cut the cord
Quitting this addiction’s like weaning yourself off the hilt of a blade
The only escape is when the violin swells and an arpeggio overture overthrows the conundrum
Play it again Lou… PLAY IT A-FUCKING-GAIN! I can’t stand the swelling pressure in my psyche
I’m having second thoughts about the people screaming in my ear. Are they real? Do they like me?
Every blink is a different thought and I’ve lost half my mind in traffic
Losing my words, losing my sanity, fingers twitching, receptors spastic
Wreaking havoc on my coping tactics, I need the real view, fuck these plastics
A carefully dosed titan could snap and demolish your polished reason