Flush them away

~~~~~~FLUSH THEM AWAY~~~~~~
I awake to curse the day
and swallow the happy pill anyways
it slides down and starts to dissolve
all the while testing my resolve
zombie makers that's what they should be called
all my senses are dulled
couldn't cry if I wanted to
but I guess that's what these drugs are supposed to do
mental illness my closest friend
its here for me now and it will be in the end
no more happy pills for me
I flushed them so I can be free
free of your meds
that fuck with my head
they are not heaven sent
read the bottle, death is now a fatal event
prescribed by a doctor who could give a shit less
if I improve or if I'm depressed
free lunches from drug reps decide my fate
doctors wishing I stay in a slave state
being lost or confused is good for the soul
even when you feel out of control
medicated is how they want you to be
all the while knowing meditation is the key