You have reached the depth department, greetings
Please hold as I redirect you, I cannot help you
Busy lines and corporate lies forcibly embedded in my mind
Expected to spread the depression and negative vibes
Nine to five, nine to five, nine to five
I close my eyes and envisage myself approaching a mirror
But I can't fucking see a reflection and..
I've grown numb to my own affection
What is this form of rejection my vitals have projected?
Constant conferences with my subconscious create suicidal based thought processes
Entombed in the memory of my losses, knowing I'll never escape these hypnotics
Forced to bite down on my swollen blood sodden tongue
Immaculately tasteless, can't help but accept what I've become
I use to live for the flash of lime light accompanied by pharmaceuticals
But you insisted on having me rot in this confined corner cubicle
This is not where I want to be, what happened to my dreams?
Why are they so out of reach when they're right here in my head?
It seems before they get the chance to breathe, they're already dead
But dreams don't simply die my dear, they are murdered in vain
By the ones who once had them but could not maintain
Our head is spinning faster than the kid in that wheeled chair
My thoughts viciously abase my mouth making it into the air
Unmitigated stares and futile accusations flood my comfort zone
We throw a tantrum and resign, I mean I quit but I don't leave alone
We need fucking help, I mean I think I need a therapist
I'll just lay here and talk to myself until I'm called off the waiting list
Impatient patients click their pens and embrace their habits in rotation
Fidgeting, whispering, listening, mutely discussing culmination
He waits for me to come clean; so we reluctantly plea
"Sedate me, I beg of you. I long for relief. Reality is utterly,
unbearably obscene. I no longer desire to live in between,
desperately lacking some wholesome dopamine"
I lie back as he orders and fall deeply into silence that isn't peaceful but provoking
I'm completely stiff and my eyes won't open, suddenly I pick up a few familiar tokens
I pry open my eyes to post it notes and realize that it's my own voice speaking
"You have reached the depth department, greetings"
