Everyday I take two little green pills
One I call Jack, the other's called Jill
They both lessen the white noise, stuck in my head
Still something persists; I can't hear what it said

Part of my brain hears voices within
The white noise that I hear, is just so damn dim
These little green pills, extract the psychotic pain
That's why when you meet me, I do appear sane

But my Doctor had said that these pills have to go
I argued with him, I do love them so
He said meditation would cure my clogged mind
And balance my soul to help me unwind

But the voices, I plead with him, will surely persists
I start shaking my legs and clenching my fists
My doctor said to introspect and meditate too
And the white noise you hear will surely leave you

I finally listened to what the ole Doc prescribed
The white noise and voices are now blocked
I'M ALIVE
Introspection and meditation they do help me so
My Jack and Jill pills, well, they just had to go