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White walls, a tapestry
Germfest, his majesty
O.R. procedure’s going right
A sponge on the brow
I’m cutting deeper now
That’s life spilling on the knife
It seems this patient’s lost the will to live
It’s such a mess, we must request
You hang on in there with your suffering
And by all means
Stay sick
This god complex, it don’t come cheap
So stay sick
This golden temple ain’t made of bricks
Brain bug, psychiatry
Depression, anxiety
Tell me, doctor, what’s the deal?
Is it life I suffer from?
A post-war urban condition
A world gone mad, grinding me to kneel
The TV tells me what I need within
Here’s side effects, a crutch to rest
Just eat your crap and take your medicine
And by all means
Stay sick
This god complex, it don’t come cheap
So stay sick
This golden temple ain’t made of bricks
The FDA, the AMA, your Senator, your Congressman
Don’t think they’re looking out for you
The COBRA plan, insurance scam, Medicaid, well, I’ll be damned
Denying claims is what they’re paid to do Now I just want to die with dignity
But suicide don’t cost a fee, that pre-existing suffering
Is what our system spins to yarns of gold
So stay sick
This god complex, it don’t come cheap
So stay sick
This golden temple ain’t made of bricks
So stay sick
This god complex, it don’t come cheap
So stay sick
This golden temple ain’t made of bricks
So stay sick
This god complex, it don’t come cheap
So stay sick
This golden temple ain’t made of bricks
So stay