R(ex)
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S: R(ex)
V1:
Codeine, promethazine,
A pharmacy counter magazine.
One fish, two fish, red fish, blue fish.
Cherry flavored cough drop-
Make a wish!
I bought you from the Sears-Roebuck catalog,
Plasticine, nice and clean...
Aww, so long, fellow,
you’re nothing but a dream!
Yeah, it’s all a scheme,
Painted in red letters on my Highlander screen.
Pain clinic on the side of the highway-
Florida kilos, honey…
“Are you going my way?”
C:
Love rose,
Formication,
Crack-cocaine trap house vacation.
Sunshine on your shoulder, burning into my skin-
“Look at you, look at the shape you’re in.”
Swirl around the bottom, take you out, chew you up and spit you out.
Hypertensive crisis, a motion picture-
For you, my dear,
my never ending medicine cabinet fixture.
V2:
Oxytocin straight to my synapses.
Fornicate ‘till my back collapses.
She-wolf in the closet appears without mention
Drop my drawers and go to confession. (Come out and play...)
Pill-rolling in the center of my palm,
Can’t speak, can’t see, can sleep. (Keep calm!)
Dilaudead IV unwound,
Feel my legs go numb,
Prometheus unbound.
Let me sink into the floor,
Eyes rolling back into my head.
Feel my pulse, doctor, please.
Take my teeth out, let me drown inside your sea... (Okay!)
C:
Love rose,
Formication,
Crack-cocaine trap house vacation.
Sunshine on your shoulder, burning my skin-
“Look at you, look at the shape you’re in.”
Swirl around the bottom, take you out, chew you up and spit you out.
Hypertensive crisis, a motion picture-
For you, my dear, my never ending medicine cabinet fixture.
B:
Fighting ‘till that last drop of cough medicine.
Swinging from the light fixture.
Bend my spine, control my breath,
Empty head, empty nest.
Sink into the floor,
let me get some rest….
Anesthesia and a nerve blockade…
Chase you behind my eyelids as the world starts to fade…
(Goodnight...)
C:
Love rose,
Formication,
Crack-cocaine trap house vacation.
Sunshine on your shoulder, burning my skin-
“Look at me, look at the shape I'm in.”
Swirl around the bottom, take you out, chew you up and spit you out.
Hypertensive crisis, a motion picture-
For you, my dear, my never ending medicine cabinet fixture. (Where did you go?)
O:
Change my patch until I find my perfect match…
(x4)