Panic in the recovery room!
Vital signs have turned into static, get the Hospital Hands!
Serotonin is the enemy,
Amphetamines are your claim to fame now.
Blank stares resuscitate the blaring awkwardness of youth, today.
Drizzled coughs smack down on my toxic film, tonight.
Well, alright!
Hospital Hands, come bless me with
A shaking fist coated with thinned blood,
The blood of the meek, the tame.
Hospital Hands, lick me clean,
shine me glossy-lifeless,
then take me to a mute pharmacy!
Your robust cuticles
Match your suggestive swarthy stare:
They both pin me to a sterile wall
And coax the lusty dead out of me.
Once I'm polished a new shade of disgusting,
Please, please, please...
Vital signs have turned into static, get the Hospital Hands!
Serotonin is the enemy,
Amphetamines are your claim to fame now.
Blank stares resuscitate the blaring awkwardness of youth, today.
Drizzled coughs smack down on my toxic film, tonight.
Well, alright!
Hospital Hands, come bless me with
A shaking fist coated with thinned blood,
The blood of the meek, the tame.
Hospital Hands, lick me clean,
shine me glossy-lifeless,
then take me to a mute pharmacy!
Your robust cuticles
Match your suggestive swarthy stare:
They both pin me to a sterile wall
And coax the lusty dead out of me.
Once I'm polished a new shade of disgusting,
Please, please, please...
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