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Rabid mouths and prone suicidals Morphine injections from crazed homicidals A man's job is never done in this white room Nineteen hour shifts What kind of job is this? "This is madness" Someone has got to be here but jesus, "this is madness" Some that won't grow up Some that won't shut up Anorexics Agoraphobics Schizophrenics Grown adolescents Post traumatics Loss and abandonment The usual in this white room Rabid mouths and prone suicidals Morphine injections for crazed homicidals A man's job is never done in this white room Some that won't eat up Some that can't get up Delusional, compulsive and bulimic White floors, some with black tile A possible vacation but possibly not Don't talk to me about an honorable mention Please don't talk of pensions and such The things these eyes of seen Money doesn't really seem to be all that much Where are supplements? I need my supplements My eyes are dry and my mind has had enough I need my home, and I need some sleep I need a minute so I can rethink What is this? Well, this is madness