Despot - Substance D lyrics

[Verse 1: Despot] Every time a bell rings an angel gets a headache The other shoulder's home to a devil yelling "checkmate" Fix it on your own with a pebble and some stretch-fate Patron saint of "Take away the pain at the best rates" Just take two of these and call me in the morning Match a color to your sickness quick and skim over the warnings Or take two more and try to dial "dead" Now that's one less thing to think about while getting out of bed Doctor said feeling bad's not reserved for the stupid I can't make it better but I'll see through that you sleep through it Broken brain, blue, scoopin' a crude capsule of nooses Bring us your blank stares we'll fill 'em in with abuses How many milligrams to k** a common cold? And how many more to make you forget that you're getting old? The best package for expending your misery in the gold Treasure-digging in that mammoth pile of out with the old In with the new miracle medicine, easier living regimen Knowing is half the battle, retiring forgetful veterans Shoulders slumped over a barrel of you'll never be upset again Locked and loaded, escaped, it ain't half as cloudy as heaven is Reveling picking a kingdom fit for you While the rest of them are toiling over tying their shoes One to your health, and another put your mind on something else Famous sleep deprived city finally found itself help [Hook: Despot] A few clicks of the cap to feel better A new trick to attract a big spender Come get a spot in line for a feel-good bender Why settle? Change your mind, limited supplies, enter And I hope you get well soon Jump on the speedy recovery boom Yeah I hope you get well soon Get on that speedy recovery boom [Verse 2: Despot] Kicked that old non-habit-forming sh** Mr. go and stub your toe on a childproof lid Spoonful of sugar chasing down a reason to live Smooth pusher pulling pleasure out disease with a twist Flick of the wrist pops open the pearly gates, slow traffic Break the only egg you got and put fragments in seven baskets 'Til you counting amount of colored bottles lining your jacket Rea**urance is standing right under God's magnet Look it up, that's the stuff. Take an extra one for luck Grubby finger reaching down to pull you out of the muck Same hands that fashioned man scribbled frenzied 'til they blister Make the pad blast cures out as quick as he could script 'em That's all it did, just puddled with the putty of creation Only take a break to point at the direction where the pain went Great, here's another one, pummel 'em 'til the brain bends Name on the label and directions on the same print Said he couldn't see it clearly as they [?] Those puzzled picture pieces limp on broken jigsaw fittings Power struggles said it need a couple more to fix the vision The blunder that repeats until they spoon out of the prison Drugstore cowboys, blazing guns, hope burglars See the steam of salvation rising off of each burner Either feed the foul patient or survive to seem hurt-up Give him what he holds sacred and prescribe the beast murder [Hook]