My Confined Mental Basement

Living beneath this tyrant oppression

Can definitely cause major depression

Which leads to drugs, legal? Probably not,

So you can rebel, or feel what’s sought.

But these drugs oppress you themselves

Which makes it hard to put them on the shelf

And you ask yourself rhetorical questions

Like why you partake in these horrible sessions

But can’t you see? The answer’s quite clear

When you sneak out, smoke pot and drink beer

It’s not to feel effects of those activities

It’s to feel the effect of what happens inside of me

Call it what you like, euphoria or serotonin

But that doesn’t explain why I get the jonesin

Science can’t describe, and neither can I

What makes me jones for that sense of high

And I still have yet to find a suitable replacement

That will release me from my confined mental basement

Where I’ll remain, until I find the key

That unlocks my imprisonment and sets me free

Although I don’t have the key, I see between the bars

What others take for granted will soon be ours

Me and my mind ponder in unison

For the hidden key that will set us free soon again.