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Edited by Jason Hawkins. Filmed by RecEditors. Extra filming by Georgia Dee Coleman, Duwayne Oram & Jason Hawkins. http://www.RecEditors.com

Hyperaptive - Medication Official Music Video. Taken from the upcoming album 'SykoTherapy' 2011. Written and Produced by Jason Hawkins a.k.a Hyperaptive. All rights reserved ©



Lyrics:

Verse 1:

Ever since a littlen,
Never could stop the twitching, always scribbling and fiddling,
In class was always the one who nobody wanted to sit-with-and,
By the age of 8, they said that's it we're giving him Ritilan,
As if that shit would stop the thundering-drums,
Inside my head, pounding away, them pills went under-my-tounge,
Straight in the sink, left my mum, wondering-dumb-,
founded, how she'd managed to breed this energy conjuring-son!!
Unbeknown to them I'd already developed a remedy,
Something in the music kept me calm and put my head-at-ease,
So throughout my teens, I would sit creating melodies,
Til it became an addiction, my own sykotherapy !
At least that's what i call it, cause I just get psychotic !
If I don't have some source of music in my-pocket !
It's spread too far, nobody can try-stop-it,
No meds and I get blood shot in the eye-sockets,
My medication is music, my religion-is-rhymes,
There aint a single mind, scary as the middle-of-mine,
It's like, there's a fuckin' demon that's living-inside,
Who takes over if the drug he needs aint given-in-time.....


Chorus:

Give me my MEDICATION
It's been 2 days my HEAD IS ACHING
I can't survive music DEPRIVATION
There's just no drug here that's BETTER-TASTING


Verse 2:

People are telling me I should take-a-break,
And I would, if it wasn't for my neighbors-sake,
They don't wanna be having to bolt their doors and waking-late,
To the noise my kitchen knife on their window scraping-makes !
See without my music I just loose-the-plot,
Probably where from in my early days I used-to-jot,
Non stop,
Councilors, Doctors, i refused-the-lot,
Just give me a mic, a pen and pad, while the booth-is-locked,
And I'm off !
But they don't see this shit runs deeper-than-skills
Taking in music every day for me is equal-to-pills,
With twice the buzz that E's or even DMT-could-instill,
Meddling with my drug flow is how people-get-killed,
Windows get smashed, shit gets violently-thrown,
Unless somebody gets music plugged into the side-of-my-dome,
That's why they had me put away and this Asylum-is-home,
No meds, I'm left to sit in silence-alone....



Verse 3:

Two days I've been in this cell now, twitching-and-turning
I can feel it spreading through my mind, itching-and-burning,
My only vice is envisioning pictures-of-curling,
My fist around the nurses neck til I get the fix-I've-been-yearning,
But see my doctor says it don't-exist,
Says that i just need to rest and it won't-persist,
I wonder if he'll still believe that when I open-six,
Holes in his arm with my teeth, and leave him with open-wrists,
Over-this,
I'm telling I aint asking !
Give me what I need or I'll be committing arson !
No medication ? What ? No! That can't swing!
I'll rip out your intestines and use 'em as harp-strings,
Darling !
Teather-them-ways
Around your ribs, and watch your heart as the melody-plays,
I told you I'm 'Syko', I've said-it-for-days !
Now would somebody go get me my medicine-please??!