Treadmill To Hell

You came to me, said you were my friend
But what I see is all that you pretend
A plastic land, covered in a shell
Of cloudy pills on a treadmill to hell

So take what it needs
To fight depression and what it feeds

You say it's me and my wrong point of view
I try to prove you're wrong, say you have no clue
This world and man is going down the drain
Of hypocrisy and a deadly view of fame

[chorus:]
So take what it needs
To fight depression and what it feeds
No, there's no peace for your wait,
Just slow decay on the treadmill to hell

Hell
The treadmill to hell

[chorus]

Hell
The treadmill to hell