King Medicine

Know that you'll soon go crazy, just like a whittling stick
 Hit by the coming daylight, cut up in a quick succession
 A pointed confession really stripped of all your armor
 Down to your very nature beneath the haze and vapor gaze
 You're such a willing stick to beckon the wanting knife
 And you've been looking for it, the right blade, all your life
 Saying who's gonna cut me down to a size that suits me?
 Is there a worthy sculptor among all you fine young knives?
 It's enough to make you take your head and put it on a shelf
 To cut the heart out from your chest, now they'll come for that as well
 Tell me how you do that crazy trick where you walk around asleep
 Save it for your doctor friend, the one who keeps you under lock and key
 You'll soon go screaming like a bargain basement lunatic
 Who's not so specialized that they couldn't just replace you
 Why don't you start crying for all that you've got left here?
 Why don't you stop dying before you go and get it right?
 Now you're selling off the house so you can buy the farm
 You cut that heart out of your chest to let the light in through your arm
 Tell me how you do that crazy trick where you walk around asleep
 Save it for your doctor friend, the one who keeps you under lock and key
 It's enough to make you take your head and put it in a bag
 To cut the teeth out at the pink, now there's nothing in the bag
 Foul weather friend, you are so dying
 An amateur chemist now
 King medicine, when is it perfect?
 Where is it leading you?
 There is no cure, only reprieve
 Some fleeting joy posing as balance
 Nothing is sure, so every four hours
 King medicine, this subject loves you