These Arms Are Snakes - La Stanza Bianca lyrics

rate me

Rabid mouths, prone suicidals

Morphine injections for crazed homicidals

A man's work is never done

In this the white room

Nineteen hour shifts

What kind of job is this

This is madness

Someone had got to be here, but jesus

This is madness

Some that won't grow up

Same that won't shut up

Anorexics

Agoraphobics

Schizophrenics

Grown adolescents

Past traumatics

Loss and abandonment

The usual in this white room

Rabid mouths, prone suicidals

Morphine injections for crazed homicidals

A man's work is never done

In this the white room

Some that won't eat up

Some that can't get up

Delusional, compulsive and bulimic

White floors, some with black tile

A possible vacation, but possibly not

Don't talk to me about a honorable mention

Please don't talk of pensions and such

The things these eyes of seen

Money doesn't really seem to be all that much

Where are my supplements

I need my supplements

Where are my supplements

I need my supplements

My eyes are dry and my mind has had enough

Where are my supplements

I need my supplements

Where are my supplements

I need my supplements

My eyes are dry and my mind has had enough

I need my home and I need some sleep

I need my home and I need some sleep

I need a minute so I can rethink

What is this

This is madness

This is madness