These Arms Are Snakes - La Stanza Bianca lyrics

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