Are we really here

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**Verse 1:**

Up to the Yogurt races, pills lined up in a row,

Morning ritual, a daily show,

Swallowing hope, chasing dreams,

In this battle, nothing's as it seems.

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**Chorus:**

Medicated highs, and the lows we face,

In the Yogurt races, we find our place,

Balancing on the edge, trying to stay sane,

In this chemical dance, we feel the strain.

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**Verse 2:**

Risperidone, Olanzapine,

Quetiapine, they numb the mind,

Aripiprazole, Clozapine,

Turning thoughts to shadows, leaving life behind.

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**Bridge:**

In the dead of night, I feel the fear,

A chilling whisper, drawing near,

But in the depths of horror, horror I’ll find my foe,

In this battle for my soul, or go to any length to vanquish his end goal.

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**Chorus:**

Medicated highs, and the lows we face,

In the Yogurt races, we find our place,

Balancing on the edge, trying to stay sane,

In this chemical dance, we feel the strain.

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**Verse 3:**

Zombified on Abilify, they said it’d make my mind go straight,

Diagnosed bipolar, irate, but that wasn’t my fate,

Two days in, hallucinations took control,

A week to find reality, to reclaim my soul.

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**Outro:**

As the night consumes, I’m left to fight,

In the shadows, no end in sight,

With every tear, a silent scream,

In this endless nightmare, I lose my dream.

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