Graves At Sea - This Mental Sentence lyrics

Blue dots to keep calm / Flat-lined and compressed Prescriptions open / The gates to my prison Insert the IV / To be fed the cure Upping the dosage / Increase the fear My life is a mess but my mind is pure My pulse is monitored / To the sounds of machines Existence has become / A monotonous routine Symptoms to alleviate / Placebos to control The desired effect / The senses become dull To deviate from the plan / Is never encouraged Expressed concern / An expected side effect Awaken from nightmares / To be force fed dreams Swallow the capsule / To satiate the hate