Red pill, blue pill, tablet down the hatch,
I just would not hold that “cure,” my tongue would not latch.
Recognizing advertising to treat all my pain,
I just would not hold that “cure,” medicate in vain.
Doctor, please doctor, tell me if there is good news;
don’t betray potential peace and push for more abuse ’cause I
don’t need a blind eye to chaos and concern. I
don’t need prescriptions for an evil I would earn. I
don’t need addictions adding on to all the strife, singing
“red pill, blue pill“ the rest of my life.