Serebe, Eyedea - Perfect Medicine lyrics
[Serebe, Eyedea - Perfect Medicine lyrics]
Hey, whats going on fine
Young people of the universe this is Eyedea
Two steps ahead of myself
Following you blindly
Set my faith on fire but the
Real Larsen was bad timing
Walking through walls never
Seemed so uninteresting
You make magic mundane when you
Put the suicide in sexy
IV upon request I'm finally walking on my own
Momma was a coma
Poppa was a rolling kidney stone
Send me home
With enough thread to keep my wounds closed
"Here lies the truth
" was tattooed on the tombstone
The womb's tore
Leaking worms out of it's newborn scorn
Your perfume performs plastered poetry
On my human form
Warm bacteria glowin' in the dark
Flash cooks the psyche
All Mikey ever wanted was all of her heart
I'll go for a short walk in the long run
When the spores spread to the lungs
It's all nails to the tongue
Failed to accept it all comes to pass
Fight me slow, fuck me fast
You’re still my friend take off the mask
When I hurt I’ve got
This perfect little medicine
Bright enough to blind the sun
It makes my itches interesting
I’m a slave, you’re a story
But your bravery is boring
Lick your lips, point ‘em at my heart
And cut it open for me
If this was heaven it would
Have a better backstage
The director keeps pressuring me
To act my age maybe she’s right
If I could squeeze a bit of
Life out of this empty page
In the book of love maybe I’ll
Push and shove my way
Through this rainy day
Changes in the brain made the chains decay
My prescription angel
Come and take my pain away
Play your guitar, try to sing out my cough
Found a treasure chest of pleasure
Excess marks the spot
Screw in the screws tighter
Clip the loose wires
I was truly inspired 'till my muse
Told me she’s too tired
I had it coming, pulled the label
Didn’t read the warning
Running, running, running, running
Running can be habit forming
When I hurt I’ve got
This perfect little medicine
Bright enough to blind the sun
It makes my itches interesting
I’m a slave, you’re a story
But your bravery is boring
Lick your lips, point em at my heart
And cut it open for me
And rip it open for me (on last hook)
Young people of the universe this is Eyedea
Two steps ahead of myself
Following you blindly
Set my faith on fire but the
Real Larsen was bad timing
Walking through walls never
Seemed so uninteresting
You make magic mundane when you
Put the suicide in sexy
IV upon request I'm finally walking on my own
Momma was a coma
Poppa was a rolling kidney stone
Send me home
With enough thread to keep my wounds closed
"Here lies the truth
" was tattooed on the tombstone
The womb's tore
Leaking worms out of it's newborn scorn
Your perfume performs plastered poetry
On my human form
Warm bacteria glowin' in the dark
Flash cooks the psyche
All Mikey ever wanted was all of her heart
I'll go for a short walk in the long run
When the spores spread to the lungs
It's all nails to the tongue
Failed to accept it all comes to pass
Fight me slow, fuck me fast
You’re still my friend take off the mask
When I hurt I’ve got
This perfect little medicine
Bright enough to blind the sun
It makes my itches interesting
I’m a slave, you’re a story
But your bravery is boring
Lick your lips, point ‘em at my heart
And cut it open for me
If this was heaven it would
Have a better backstage
The director keeps pressuring me
To act my age maybe she’s right
If I could squeeze a bit of
Life out of this empty page
In the book of love maybe I’ll
Push and shove my way
Through this rainy day
Changes in the brain made the chains decay
My prescription angel
Come and take my pain away
Play your guitar, try to sing out my cough
Found a treasure chest of pleasure
Excess marks the spot
Screw in the screws tighter
Clip the loose wires
I was truly inspired 'till my muse
Told me she’s too tired
I had it coming, pulled the label
Didn’t read the warning
Running, running, running, running
Running can be habit forming
When I hurt I’ve got
This perfect little medicine
Bright enough to blind the sun
It makes my itches interesting
I’m a slave, you’re a story
But your bravery is boring
Lick your lips, point em at my heart
And cut it open for me
And rip it open for me (on last hook)