The Silent Rapture - "Medicated (Explicit)"

Lyrics:

Let's talk some real shit.
I'm going through some shit that I may need a little help to get through.
If this had been you, you know I would have readily been with you.
But right now I'm on my own with these three little tablets
and I'm about to make the magic happen while I have it.
cuz see up to a point, this shit all starts to sound the same,
and if I have to be quite honest, this'll never get me fame,
but it can help eliminate the feelings that try to slay me,
so I dedicate this song to the assholes that try to play me.
I like to rap about poppin' bottles and fuckin' bitches.
Yet get me to address a real issue and no one wants to listen,
as if that shit aint been beaten to near death and left in stitches.
Then, im just being emo, so ill drink until blurry vision.
Sometimes I wish that I was just already underground,
and I have a special talent to piss off everyone around,
and nobody stays for long, cuz everybody knows better
and birds of a feather only flock together in good weather.
Im only happy when it's so silent could hear pins drop.
Next stop, face down in my couch until the voices stop.
Drop and roll, my world is now on fire.
Liar, Liar, there's nothing left on this Earth to inspire.
We're going nowhere, warp speed, geek reference,
White kid tryna rap, not Eminem, must be a tool.
Sadness, anger, just what have I become?
Pass the glass of water, think its time to go numb and I...

I'm cool... Nah, I'm good... I'm good.
alright.

Promised myself I'd do this whole song in one take
to give my quote on quote "fans" some raw feelings you cant fake,
but I dont got the money yet to record in studio
so the quality is too shitty to appreciate the flow
and I'm still rappin' into a rock band USB microphone
and I'm in the fuckin' zone, trying not to sound monotone.
Cone and loan, drone and moan; rhyming couplets.
When did everything become so simplified and structured?
I am eager for the different, on a pursuit of irrational
But every time a new sound comes out, it sounds the bandwagon
Can't like Tyler, the Creator anymore; that shit's played out!
"Oh, but I liked him before Goblin!" Bitch I dont give a fuck.
Maybe I would if I even had one to give,
but I think my ex took everything that I need to live,
and yes, I'm one of those faggots who cant seem to float on--
Modest Mouse. I build myself a house made of playing cards
and wonder why every time it crumbles without regards
for what im going through. Pulling pain out of me feels like pulling teeth.
Shout out to my Summer friends Mike, Carl, and Keith.
If yall stick around til Winter, well have a Happy Holidays,
but if shit happens and I lose you, just know it's been fun anyways.
Tears streaming down my face. I think it's time to up the dosage.
Til I find out that those last three pills make an empty bottle,
and depression decides to keep ahead full throttle,
and I'm sinking! I'm sinking! Look everyone I'm sinking!
And then everyone wants to know why the fuck I keep drinking!
But there's nothing you can do as your throat grows drier.
It's like being on the Titanic and the water's getting higher
and your body starts to sweat, and your nerves are on edge,
and you're debating whether or not you should drop--drop off the fuckin' ledge.
I need a lifeboat--they're reserved for rich children and women,
And the only form of salvation requires a damn prescription.

IS THIS A CRY FOR HELP!? No, this is a cry for change,
don't just label it derranged because it ain't what you're used to.
I'd start a revolution if I wasn't so fucking lazy
and I'd probably kill myself if my future wasn't so hazy.
THIS IS A CRY FOR HELP! Yeah, I changed my mind, I'm fuckin' out of time,
I'm out of rhymes and I fucking hate this damn world.
I hate you, cunt, asshole, motherfucker, eat shit,
So I'll bleed all over a track and see if anyone likes it.