I've got this gnawing emptiness hiding inside of me

So I swallow my vice and follow the advice of my friends and family

My mother says, "Pray to God"

My brother says, "Get a job"

My friends say, "Be happy

Pop some pills and then you'll see it all

Fade away, fade to grey"

I've been told that pills are sold

By devils out to steal your soul

I've been told if you're depressed

It's best to put your mind at rest

And pop some pills, you'll see

You'll be less stressed

And maybe it'd be great to medicate

To feel nothing at all, but

I'm too filled with self-hate to think that this isn't my fault

They say cast aside the sad and pain

Turn a few knobs in my brain

And be like what everyone

What everyone seems like

Am I sick? Or is the world sick?

Or are we both sick?

And I'm the wrong kind of sick to exist

Or maybe this is just a list

Of things that feel true when I feel like shit

My mother says, "Pray to God"

My brother says "Get a job"

My friends say "Be happy

Pop some pills and then you'll see

Your world fade to grey"