Mind over matter, but this chatter persists,
where I sit and fixate on why matter exists,
What's the point of living, we're all gonna die,
call it a lie, but truth is what all of us fight,
I try to sleep but seeing all my fears when I drift,
til my hearts pounding to the fear of fearing I'm sick,
and with every beat I'm seeing I'm not mentally well,
wish this beat ceased and I could step from this cell,
but after life It's like I don't really know what's after,
that chatter's speaking like "you know it's in a casket,"
what's the point of living, we living for death,
but my Doc said scripts will fix up my head,
said this pill kills all those thoughts that're bleak,
but maybe I'm weak, cause these pill's are all that I seek,
that sound's a little simple, but I'm hopin' I'll feel,
like my life's a little brighter from the hope in these pills

CHORUS:
A couple milligrams, give me the scripts,
give me the scripts, gimme scripts til my vision is fixed,
but all I see are weak creatures sold on a dream,
cause they lock em' in scripts like they holdin' the key,
A couple milligrams, give me the scripts,
give me the scripts, gimme scripts til my vision is fixed,
but all I see are weak creatures sold on a dream,
cause they lock em' in scripts like they holdin' the key


I was young my father died I tried to know what it meant,
but I know my whole life I tried to grow from cement,
a metaphor I adore cause life was hard and I wasn't,
and this talk of mental health wasn't-part of discussions,
but just cause we talking doesn't mean that it's fixed,
and in all of these scripts I think I'm seeing the script,
I can act like there's truth in the use of these drugs,
but I'm stuck, cause the truth means refusing this crux,
depressed cause your father died, they hand you a pill,
not the tools to cope with how you'd naturally feel,
It's too hard, fuck it, lets give em some scripts,
but how are scripts gonna fix me living in shit,
growing up with no heat, I struggled to live,
but they promising warmth in a couple of scripts?
guess it's mind over matter, but this chatter persists,
cause only matter's on my mind is what happiness is

CHORUS
A couple milligrams, give me the scripts,
give me the scripts, gimme scripts til my vision is fixed,
but all I see are weak creatures sold on a dream,
cause they lock em' in scripts like they holdin' the key,
A couple milligrams, give me the scripts,
give me the scripts, gimme scripts til my vision is fixed,
but all I see are weak creatures sold on a dream,
cause they lock em' in scripts like they holdin' the key