Hail the Sun - Eight-Ball, Coroner's Pocket lyrics

Fictional physician!

I get a large euphoria from
Such a small formula, yeah, yeah
A 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!
Cancer, coma, 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