Up The Dose - Impaled

Crestfallen and dejected

Wracked with disorder and guilt

Fleeting successes are empty and crumbling

On foundations of trivia, built

Pills to ease your suffering are Pyrrhically proposed

Clinically depressed, or just feeling morose?

Up the dose

A cursory inspection and you’ll be diagnosed

Up the dose

Anxiety eats at your stomach

A feeling you’ve come to accept

The ephemeral comfort of self aggrandizement

A promise not easily kept

A life spent with banality and platitudes, engrossed

Clinically depressed, or just feeling morose?

Up the dose

A cursory inspection and you’ll be diagnosed

Up the dose

Apathy, passivity

Vexation is enshrouded in a chemical gloss

Impenitent, irrelevant

Your lack of personality is no great loss

The potions take their toll

Your will is bought and sold

And broken mind made whole

Tablets imbibed with detachment

A fixed and emotionless smile

Reality looms with a tenebrous grin

From the dregs in the pharmacist’s vial

Refill your prescription for the spectacles of rose

Clinically depressed, or just feeling morose?

Up the dose

A cursory inspection and you’ll be diagnosed

Up the dose

Drifting through life in a fugue state

Your brain all but rotten away

To audit behaviour was never an option

You opted for mental decay

Hazy dreams of life before your mind was comatose

Clinically depressed, or just feeling morose?

Up the dose

A cursory inspection and you’ll be diagnosed

Up the dose