The medicine is thick and robs me of my humanity
it makes me choke and drowsy extracting sanity
it spins my dreams with wheels of flame and calamity
If The empty heart would just fill with all these diseases
Maybe I wouldn't need to drip from the dropper
Give lip from my choppers sip beyond the stopper
Feel myself sinking into the narrow bottle
screaming out of the brown glass full throttle
The medicine's aroma leaves me giddy and off course
A thousand physicians conspiring to trick us
Me tiny fragments with symptoms that nestle
Help me to fit into these numbing vessels
In these small abodes reaching for the vein
So we can build a garage to contain
a car we buy for it
to drive to a pharmacy
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