Lyrics

It’s the pills and the bottle that kills you without death sometimes your mind needs them till you heal and you realise that you have killed apart of yourself sometimes it dies forever It’s the pills and the bottle that kills you without death two pills twice a day a mind murder and a bottle taken without control (without control) Maybe some people have to revisit tiny deaths till the living parts make more sense (In the waking hours) (pills and the bottle that kills you) [outro] Sometimes a poem is the first hand extended when the self is confused and help well it’s just a voice away Sometimes a poem is the first hand extended when the self is confused and help well it’s just a voice away (it’s just a voice away)