When the voices in your head
Get promoted to trusted friends
When the medication
Just leads to better
Hallucinations

When everybody frowns at you
But you always smile back
Well at least you seem happy
You must be on the right track

You must keep holding on
No matter what you do
I know the others say to let go
Fuck em
They dont know you

And whats the harm
In holding on
When its all you got

All you have left

When the voices in your head
Starting inviting their own friends
When the medication
Just mixes well
With inebriation

When everybody smiles at you
But you always frown back
Well if youre that unhappy
You must be on the right track

You must keep holding on

We live in a world
Of cowboys, Indians and terrorists
Its a right wing shooting club
Of course you need a therapist
But youre no more fucked up
Than the rest of us
Just resist