Ms. Whitecoat
Subscene
GENRE
My brain is hemoraghing
I just want to feel ok
Preform the surgery
You sharp tongued girl
Make me new
Make me new
Make me new
But keep me human
So give it to me straight ms. whitecoat
Did the tests tell you what i know?
I hear the sick always say theyíre fine
So what about people who think theyíre out their mind
Diagnose me (iím dying to know)
What is happening (to me and you)
Youre staring at me (is it really that bad?)
Now i come to find itís all in my head
How do we know that this is real
How could wе tell, how can we feel?
Itís all in your head
And you wakе up when youíre dead
Theyíre shoveling the dirt back in
Medicate just to function
Itís never not anything itís always something
Manipulate your thoughts (OH)
Itís what they donít want
Falling in to a hole with a bottle
Falling in to a hole with a bottle
Swallow!
One by one, they prescribe
Getting messed up just to feel alright
This has turned in to life
Hollywood doctors and the time of your life
EXTEND LIFEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Waiting in the waiting room
Just to hear your name
Talking to a doctor
Because the only other person to talk to is me
Diagnose me (iím dying to know)
What is happening (to me and you)
Youre staring at me (is it really that bad?)
Now i come to find itís all in my head
How do we know that this is real
How could we tell, how can we feel?
Itís all in your head
And you wake up when youíre dead
Theyíre shoveling the dirt back in
I just want to feel ok
Preform the surgery
You sharp tongued girl
Make me new
Make me new
Make me new
But keep me human
So give it to me straight ms. whitecoat
Did the tests tell you what i know?
I hear the sick always say theyíre fine
So what about people who think theyíre out their mind
Diagnose me (iím dying to know)
What is happening (to me and you)
Youre staring at me (is it really that bad?)
Now i come to find itís all in my head
How do we know that this is real
How could wе tell, how can we feel?
Itís all in your head
And you wakе up when youíre dead
Theyíre shoveling the dirt back in
Medicate just to function
Itís never not anything itís always something
Manipulate your thoughts (OH)
Itís what they donít want
Falling in to a hole with a bottle
Falling in to a hole with a bottle
Swallow!
One by one, they prescribe
Getting messed up just to feel alright
This has turned in to life
Hollywood doctors and the time of your life
EXTEND LIFEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Waiting in the waiting room
Just to hear your name
Talking to a doctor
Because the only other person to talk to is me
Diagnose me (iím dying to know)
What is happening (to me and you)
Youre staring at me (is it really that bad?)
Now i come to find itís all in my head
How do we know that this is real
How could we tell, how can we feel?
Itís all in your head
And you wake up when youíre dead
Theyíre shoveling the dirt back in
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