Pharmacopeia Lyrics

Like a butterfly in a glass jar

Once upon a time wishing on a star

No fairy tales ever could distract me enough

From the fact that odds stack & life happens to be tough

Like a bird clipped wings in a cage

Even if he wanted to he couldn't fly away

Fly away, leaving everything and everyone behind

Apologies, but honestly, I've got a lot on my mind

Pharmacopeia

Patch up holes in the soul

Dystopia

Shovel coal into the old

Machinery that we're all gears in

You can run, but it's fun if you pretend

Pharmacopeia

Patch up holes in the soul

Dystopia

Shovel coal into the old

Machinery that we're all gears in

You can run, but it's fun if you pretend

I'm doing great

If I'm being dishonest,

But at the same time I try to be modest

As to not burden you with this depression

I'm even good at faking happy expressions

You made a bed that you must lie in

At what point did you stop trying?

Whenever I have thoughts about dying

I think deaths only an event horizon

Pharmacopeia

Patch up holes in the soul

Dystopia

Shovel coal into the old

Machinery that we're all gears in

You can run, but it's fun if you pretend Pharmacopeia

Patch up holes in the soul

Dystopia

Shovel coal into the old

Machinery that we're all gears in

You can run, but it's fun if you pretend