The Red Pill

You walk in the room, like a storm on the rise

A fire in your eyes, no space for compromise

You say you're just being real, just speaking your mind

But somehow your words leave everyone blind

You twist and you turn every little word

Till no one's quite sure of what they just heard

You give an aspirin a headache, break down the strong

Pull the air from the room like the silence is wrong

It's a gift, it's a curse, and it's all just the same

You give an aspirin a headache, playing your game