| There is no prescription to fit the addiction |
| When all that we have is a lack of connection |
| A modern disease of divine intervention |
| A constant release, please fill the prescription |
| Medication coursing through your veins |
| But you can’t get enough |
| And you don’t feel a thing on medication |
| Turn off your brain |
| While they’re bathing in gold |
| And we’re going insane on medication |
| There is no reason to lose your connection |
| No, no, no, no |
| Feed into a fiction, a mental infection |
| The system |
| in disconnection |
| Bred into a misconception |
| You are sick, attention |
| Medication coursing through your veins |
| But you can’t get enough |
| And you don’t feel anything on medication |
| Turn off your brain |
| While they’re bathing in gold |
| And we’re going insane on medication |
| So let it tear you apart |
| While you shut off the high |
| Have we gone too far |
| So long |
| Medication coursing through your veins |
| But you can’t get enough |
| And we’re going insane |
| Medication coursing through your veins |
| But you can’t get enough |
| And you don’t feel anything on medication |
| Turn off your brain |
| While they’re bathing in gold |
| And we’re going insane on medication |
| Coursing through your veins |
| But you can’t get enough |
| And you don’t feel a thing on medication |
| Turn off your brain |
| While they’re bathing in gold |
| And we’re going insane on medication |