Erised

There's a vessel and it's sinking at sea
An apparition that's beckoning me
As the cold, dark night brings on the sweat, I slowly drift away.

Stuck down at the bottom of the orange cylindrical state of mind
What are we running from?
There's a distant sound of a melody
Release me from this plane.

A life to live; a sedative under the skin
Bury it, carry the cure
Just let emotion set devotion within your heart to collect the debt we sow.

Step out from the moonlight like it's a game we play
The checkerboard is tainted
Drops of red will lead the way
Black are their lies. Gold are the tongues of the glorified
Command disease of the body and mind.

Stuck down at the bottom of the orange cylindrical state of mind
What are we running from?
There's a distant sound of a melody
Release me from this plane.

A life to live; a sedative under the skin
Bury it, carry the cure
Just let emotion set devotion within your heart to collect the debt we sow
A life to live; a sedative
A life to live; a sedative under the skin
Just let emotion set devotion within your heart to collect the debt we sow.

Collecting sanity
Simply ready for the life that awaits your lead
There's a distant sound of a melody, and I won't leave this place.

["Orange cylindrical state of mind" signifies the containers pills generally come in.]