Living with no control Living with no meaning It's an overwhelming An overwhelming feeling Seen him in bleak on a weekday evening Fits in well with all the heathens The pill kicks in and he goes missing Lives like death is standing with him The music is the medicine The last living part inside of him All the roses in the garden It's the key to make it open Every life is slowly closing Is holding on really hopeless In the river to the ocean We're all locked into the motion I've been skint and I've been cashed Don't follow me down darker paths Walking through then crawling back We're all born then turn to ash The music is the medicine The last living part inside of him All the roses in the garden It's the key to make it open Every life is slowly closing Is holding on really hopeless In the river to the ocean We're all locked into the motion The music is the medicine The music is the medicine The music is the medicine The music is the medicine