IRISH HANDCUFFS LYRICS

"White Coat Syndrome"

Good morning new disease – it's nice to meet you in those early hours, barely on my feet
But you know what bothers me? It's how those spiders nest inside my mind and tell me how to feel

And all those thoughts keep me up, and all the voices in my head never shut up
Hand me drinks, give me cheap thrills – I need to get my mind off of this mess

Farewell to sweet dreams, welcome to depressing hours wandering round the streets
Why do these walls stare at me like the wolves? Hungry eyes and plastic skies keep me up on the move

And all those thoughts keep me up, and all the voices in my head never shut up
Hand me pills and no more thrills, I need to get, I need to get some rest...

Quit screaming all the time, and my thoughts will be mine, will I ever have the guts to say...
It's getting way outta line, let my thoughts just be mine, will I ever have the guts to say?

All the lies we tell, all the things we say just to feel more visible

Will I ever place my feet on solid ground?
Or just end up a ghost with no meaning

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