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You are the light, the way, that they will only read about
It's Time now...
...My Time Now..
...Give me my
... Give me my WINGS..
All it's Up to YOU...
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=Lost Keys (Blame Hofmann)=
Here is the conversation that takes place between the Nurse and the Doctor, and eventually the Doctor and the Patient.
Lost Keys
(voices fading in)
Nurse: Excuse me? Doctor? Do you have a moment?
Doctor: A moment? What's the question?
Nurse: More of a situation, a gentleman in exam 3
Doctor: What's the problem?
Nurse: That is the problem, we're not sure.
Doctor: You got the chart?
Nurse: Right here.
Doctor: Not much here to say
Nurse: No doctor, no obvious physical
trauma. Vitals are stable.
Doctor: Name?
Nurse: No sir.
Doctor: Did someone drop him off? Maybe we could speak to them. Let's get some background on this fella.
Nurse: No ID. Nothing (heavy breathing in background) And he won't speak to anybody.
Doctor: Well, let's say hello. Good Morning, I'm Dr. Lawson. How are you today? How - are - you today?! Look son, you're in a safe place. We wanna help in whatever way we can. But you need to talk to us. We can't help you otherwise. What's happened? Tell me everything.
(Growling and heavy breathing grows louder)
=Rosetta Stoned=
Allrighty then...Picture this if you will
Time to de-wrap that chilli dog
Eat a box of Krispy Kreames
We've ID'd an air pollutant
Just outside area 51
Contemplating the whole truth
Of people thinking we just took a flaming
Stale banana-split-the-skylight
Well one opened up we'd expect to see in A place like this
Code red I'll put us in a diamond setting
Right on my Birkenstocks in the open
HOLY FUCKING SHIT
Holy fucking shit
Fucking shit
Holy fucking shit
Hly fucking shit
Holy fucking shit...fucking shit...fucking shit
Let the X-file be entered
As some kind of blue creature
I hate it when it stows a meteor in my bathroom
If you look at your appearance for a moment you can see
Another banana bourbon enema
Someone hovered above my buckeyes
My daily chore
Maybe I'll run over the upper lid but all I could think was
Careful to mark your girlfriends 17 fucking cats
The sewer line is waiting
Like an apparition he had me crying out
Fuck me
Sodomy
A dead head chemistry
Bladder problems wont stifle me
If I can't make it
People who are watching see
and after calming me down with some orange slices and some needle spooning
He revealed to me a
singular purpose, he said you are the chosen one.
The one who will deliver the message.
A message of hope for those who choose to hear it
and a warning for those who do not
me, the chosen one,
they chose me,
and I didn't graduate from fucking high school
you better
you better
you better
you beter listen
He looked right through me
with somniferous almond eyes
don't even know what that means
must remember to write it down,
this is so real,
like the time he floated away
see my heart is pounding
cause this shit never happens to me
can't breathe, right now, it was so real
Like I woke up in Wonderland
also a bit terifying
I don't want to be alone when I tell this story
and can anyone tell me why? all the sudden my peanuts dance?
will I ever be coming down?
this is so real, finally it's my lucky day
see my heart is racing
cause this shit never happens to me
can't breathe right now
you believe me don't you, please believe what I just said
see they're telling true
and this wasn't all in my head
see they took me by the hand and invited me right in
then they showed me something
I don't even know where to begin
Strapped down to my bed, feet cold and eyes red, I'm out of my head, am I alive am I dead, can't remember what they said god damn shit the bed
High eye (repeated)
Overwhelmed as one would be, placed in my position
such a heavy burden now to be the one
born to bear and read to all
the details of our ending
to write it down for all the world to see
But I forgot my pen, shit the bed again typical
strapped down to my bed, feet cold and eyes red I'm out of my head am I alive am I dead,
sunkist and sudafed, gyroscopes, and infra red, won't help, brain dead, can't remember what they said
god damn shit the bed
IIIIIII can't remember what they said to me
Can't remember what they said to me
made out to be
a hero
Can't remember what they said
oh no, help now
God damn shit the bed
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