Artist: thrice
Song: blood clots and black holes
Album: The Artist In The Ambulance
Year: 2003
Here's your new drug
Shoot it in the left eye
Feel it on the right side
No, it's not love
It sets up shop behind your ribcage
Building blood clots and black holes
Like using an axe to pull
A sliver from your skin
And they say this is medicine
An overdose of oxygen
A severed head as sedative
To be at peace would be a sin
And surely un-American, I'm breaking
Here's your new blood transfusion
Took us all night
Tell us that you're all right
No, it's not love
Though feels like fire inside of your veins
Burning [Incomprehensible] beneath the wrist
[Incomprehensible] for a razor's kiss
To free it from your skin
And they say this is medicine
An overdose of oxygen
A severed head as sedative
To be at peace would be a sin
It's surely un-American, I'm breaking down
Down, down, down, [Incomprehensible] break down
Lift the veil, it's not medicine
And my heart fails, time and time again