Lyrics La Stanza Bianca - These Arms Are Snakes

La Stanza Bianca

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