When the conversations swings

Back towards bad tendencies

Say I’ve got my grandmother’s eyes

And my grandfather’s dependencies

Six wasted years

A departure from humanity

And I worked hard

Just to miss out on a great opportunity

Well, is it chemical, or is this really me?

What is it that makes my sense of discipline so weak?

In moderation every impulse is on repeat

At least now I can blame bad thoughts on my dependency

You weaponize your brain

What good is a weapon if it drives you insane?

All your radical thoughts are the same

I tell you to dismiss them, but then I’m to blame

You’re an animal caged

You can only pretend to behave

Try to engage

You can feign salvation all day

Well, is it chemical, or is this really me?

What is it that makes my sense of discipline so weak?

In moderation every impulse is on repeat

At least now I can blame bad thoughts on my dependency