1. |
Injection - Fentynyl
03:26
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What’s the fuss now, it’s just us
and the trickle to my vein
no tickling of pain
Come relief and be a thief
cut off every single thorn
that prickles my form
Get it managed
without damage
nurses on pillow watch
come gather round my crotch
Then come the doors round and round revolving
Pills for the taking dissolving every ache! hey!!
Then comes the doctor to talk procedure
lasers fluttering over the promenade
hey!!
What’s the fuss now, it’s just us
and the trickle to my vein
taking away the pain
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2. |
Injection - Propoful
03:06
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Dead I’m Dead
Not quite right in the head
Dead I’m Dead
Dead I’m Dead
Going down in a bed
Dead I’m Dead
Red I’m Red
Down for the count they said
Red I’m Red
If I’m out for a while don’t worry if the signal’s weak
students gathering around
introduce yourselves to me
speak plainly, my life depends on you
Dead I’m Dead
Not quite right in the head
Dead I’m Dead
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3. |
Injection - Midazolam
04:20
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Take my money and give me all the freedom — I need it
Take my honey and build me up hope
Putting a needle in my hand like oh! oh hello
pulsing steeds run through my broken home
Take my time I don’t need vacation
The medication’s kicking in now
Tell me all the things they do to you
while/wild horses stream through your house
Take my money and give me all the freedom I needed
Take my pride and hand me a robe
Ruby body known to only strangers
gloved up lovers touch me clean and close
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4. |
Injection - Ketorolac
02:55
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tis the starkest heart that sounds in a room
screen is lit and shows you’re slow, irregular
make sure this isn’t the last
breathe in, breathe out
don’t go too fast
tis a telltale sign you move without regret
turning men to boys til you had nothing left
and now surrender your shell
with pleasure
pleasure once withheld
let the dream die, baby, let the dream die
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5. |
Injection - Ondansetron
02:48
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no more purple mts and that’s fine fine fine
no more melon-colored yellowing sunrise
never heard a rooster crow laying on a gas pedal
never saw Monte Carlo — guess that’s just the way it goes
no more bougainvillea and that’s fine fine fine
no more blazing asphalt in the summertime
never had any success, what the boys call happiness
never had a home address with a room for a guest
going under with no conceit
i’m going under now
going under dressed in a paper tux
a deluxe lavender shroud
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