Scriptures, Scripts, & Bottles

There's smoke in my lungs
So I'll take the plunge into dreaming
Like 2 years, in time, I'll be doing just fine
And all of this suffering found meaning
There's bruises and blood
From the violent punch of the needles
The scars start to form, so I'm wearing the storm
I fight a war against evil
There's still no stopping me
I'm screaming mayday, I throw red letters to the sea

This part, It burns
But it won't be my downfall
Lessons, to learn
But I am falling off the edge
The edge, the edge
I'm doing time, in waiting room lines, in frustration
Emergency signs, I wince and I whine
They give me more medication
A hard hand to swallow
Scriptures, scripts and bottles!

Am I gonna make it?
I'm getting impatient being the mystery patient
There's still no stopping me
I'm screaming mayday, I throw red letters to the sea
This part, It burns
But it won't be my downfall
Lessons, to learn
But I am falling off the edge
The edge, the edge
There's smoke in my lungs

So I'll take the plunge into dreaming
2 Years, in time, I'll be doing just fine
And all of this suffering found meaning