Scriptures, Scripts, & Bottles

There's smoke in my lungs

So I'll take the plunge into dreaming

Like two years in time I'll be doing just fine

And all of this suffering found meaning

There's bruises and blood

From the violent punch of the needles

The scars start to form so I'm wearing the storm

I fight a war against evil

There's still no stopping me

I'm screaming mayday, I throw red letters to the sea

This part, it burns

But it won't be my downfall

Lessons to learn

But I am falling off the edge

The edge, the edge

I'm doing time in waiting room lines in frustration

Emergency signs, I wince and I whine

They give me more medication

Hard hand to swallow

Scriptures, scripts, and bottles

Am I gonna make it?

I'm getting impatient being the mystery patient

There's still no stopping me

I'm screaming mayday, I throw red letters to the sea

This part, it burns

But it won't be my downfall

Lessons to learn

But I am falling off the edge

The edge, the edge

There's smoke in my lungs

So I'll take the plunge into dreaming

Two years in time, I'll be doing just fine

And all of this suffering found meaning