King Medicine

<br>know that you`ll soon go crazy just like a whittling stick<br>hit by the coming daylight cut up in a quick succession<br>a pointed confession really stripped of all your armor<br>down to your very nature beneath the haze and vapor gaze<br>you`re such a willing stick to beckon that wanting knife and<br>you`ve been looking for it the right blade all your life<br>saying &quot;who`s gonna cut me down to a size that suits me?<br>is there a worthy sculptor among all you fine young knives?&quot;<br>it`s enough to make you take your head and put it on a shelf<br>to cut the heart out of your chest they`ll come for that as well<br>tell me how you do that crazy trick where you walk around asleep<br>save it for your doctor friend the one who keeps you under lock and key<br>you`ll soon go screaming like a bargain basement lunatic who`s<br>not so specialized that they couldn`t just replace you<br>why don`t you start crying for all that you`ve got left here<br>why don`t you stop dying before you go and get it right<br>now you`re selling off the house so you can buy the farm<br>you cut the heart out of your chest to let the light in through your arm<br>it`s enough to make you take your head and put it in a bag<br>to cut the teeth out at the pink now there`s nothing in the bag<br>foul weather friend you are so dying an amateur chemist now<br>king medicine when is it perfect? where is it taking you?<br>there is no cure only reprieve some fleeting joy posing as balance<br>nothing is sure so every four hours king medicine<br>this subject loves you