Eight-Ball, Coroner's Pocket (исполнитель: Hail The Sun)

Fictional physician 
I get a large euphoria from such a small formula, yeah, yeah 
little paper on the side will be my ticket to ride, yeah, yeah 
Heavy feeling, refill my way to the sky 
Happy feeling, replacing doubt in my mind 
Doctor's orders: take some more; I'm hearing knocks at the door 
Meddling family, go home; I feel much less than before 
So what? (Because it) 
Now what? (Is an axe) 
Meddling family stay away 
Meddling family go, go, go 
Doctor, your patients are here 
Hey, across the counter 
You'll quiet down as I slowly get louder  [bad word]  panic, pills; it just doesn't matter 
I swallow blackouts 
Formula helping us formulate 
I still picture all of what happened the day I got locked in my head 
(Soma) 
(Soma) Just get a script 
(Someone) Needs medicine 
(Silenced) Up 'til the end 
(Soma) Just get a script 
(Someone) Needs medicine 
(Silenced) Up 'til the end 
(So long) 
And I'm losing my patients 
I'm losing my patients 
I'm losing my patients 
I'm losing my, I'm losing my... 
Now I've lost all my patience 
I've lost all my patience 
I've lost all my patience 
I'm losing my, I'm losing my...
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