Paroles La Stanza Bianca de These Arms Are Snakes

These Arms Are Snakes
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Textes et Paroles de La Stanza Bianca



Rabid mouths and prone suicidals
Morphine injections from crazed homicidals
A man's job is never done in this white room
Nineteen hour shifts
What kind of job is this?
"This is madness"
Someone has got to be here but jesus, "this is madness"
Some that won't grow up
Some that won't shut up
Anorexics
Agoraphobics
Schizophrenics
Grown adolescents
Post traumatics
Loss and abandonment
The usual in this white room
Rabid mouths and prone suicidals
Morphine injections for crazed homicidals
A man's job is never done in this 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 an 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 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 a minute so I can rethink
What is this?
Well, this is madness

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