Perfect Medicine

Hey, what's going on fine, young people of the universe. This is Eyedea

Two steps ahead of myself following you blindly
Set my faith on fire but the real Larsen was bad timing
Walking through walls never seemed so uninteresting
You make magic mundane when you put the suicide in sexy
IV upon request I'm finally walking on my own
Momma was a coma, Poppa was a rolling kidney stone
Send me home, with enough thread to keep my wounds closed
"Here lies the truth," was tattooed on the tombstone
The womb's tore, leaking worms out of its newborn scorn
Your perfume performs plastered poetry on my human form
Warm bacteria glowing in the dark, flash cooks the psyche
All Mikey ever wanted was Oliver Hart
I'll go for a short walk in the long run
When the spores spread to the lungs its all nails to the tongue
Failed to accept it all comes to pass
Fight me slow, fuck me fast
You're still my friend take off the mask

When I hurt I've got this perfect little medicine
Bright enough to blind the sun, it makes my itches interesting
I'm a slave, you're a story, but your bravery is boring
Lick your lips, point 'em at my heart, and cut it open for me

If this was heaven it would have a better backstage
The director keeps pressuring me to act my age
Maybe she's right
If I could squeeze a bit of life out of this empty page
In the book of love maybe I'll push and shove my way
Through this rainy day, changes in the brain made the chains decay
My prescription angel, come and take my pain away
Play your guitar, try to sing out my cough
Found a treasure chest of pleasure, excess marks the spot
Screw in the screws tighter, clip the loose wires
I was truly inspired 'till my muse told me she's too tired
I had it coming, pulled the label, didn't read the warning
Running, running, running, running, running can be habit forming

When I hurt I've got this perfect little medicine
Bright enough to blind the sun, it makes my itches interesting
I'm a slave, you're a story, but your bravery is boring
Lick your lips, point em at my heart, and cut it open for me

When I hurt I've got this perfect little medicine
Bright enough to blind the sun, it makes my itches interesting
I'm a slave, you're a story, but your bravery is boring
Lick your lips, point em at my heart, and cut it open for me

When I hurt I've got this perfect little medicine
Bright enough to blind the sun, it makes my itches interesting
I'm a slave, you're a story, but your bravery is boring
Lick your lips, point em at my heart, and cut it open for me

When I hurt I've got this perfect little medicine
Bright enough to blind the sun, it makes my itches interesting
I'm a slave, you're a story, but your bravery is boring
Lick your lips, point em at my heart, and cut it open for me

... and rip it open for me (on last hook)