Open the curtains to reveal the recovery room
Set stage lights on me, but pay no mind to my youth.
"Panic! Vital signs are static:
Get the Hospital Hands!
Come shine me glossy-lifeless,
Get me those Hospital Hands!"
Serotonin is the enemy, but it can't be so bad.
Made famous with amphetamines, but it can't be so bad.
(Find Me A Mute Pharmacy)
Serotonin is the enemy, but it can't be so bad.
Made famous with amphetamines, but it can't be so bad.
Come, bless me with a shaking fist coated
With thinned blood of the meek and the tame!
Yeah! And once I'm polished a new shade of disgusting, please:
Find me a mute pharmacy!
Find me a mute pharmacy!
Serotonin is the enemy, but it can't be so bad.
Made famous with amphetamines, but it can't be so bad.
Here comes my answers, diagnosed.
Red, yellow, and white pour down my throat.
Hands guide to a mute pharmacy.
Concealed in bland, numb safety.
Oh, Hospital Hands.
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