La Stanza Bianca Lyrics - Singles - These Arms Are Snakes

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