Napasandao – Hospital (Prod. by Syndrome)


Where do you look boy? Ιn your dream… You were with a doctor yesterday, he was cutting your head up , puting cables inside your brain. In your dream… we were always dying before making it to the sick room. Even if we had free health insurance and health care, at these dark ages. Everyone puts on a mask… The headsets are so tight over the skin. “Whatever-ish” is the second profession Unprotected liberated sex by the night, at funny basements. What about family? Alchohol. His mother in law in rate or not. Screens: Fayum eyes by the road… I hadn´t been a patient, but here you can only leave psychiatrically! Psychological warfare tactics! Vaccinate yourself with an antidote! And what if there was a song propagandizing the opposites?
Without critical thought, you wouldn’t be able to experience it, as I did. I think i’m crazy.Does this makes me a threat? Try to remember dear whistblower…
This was your dream, all this way long. Yo,bro…I was ill. Throwing up blood from my orbital eyes,
like i smelled thousand bottles of hydrogen sulfide. It was like a political porn video:
I was shitting lies and guilt like diarrhea. My internals exploded like ballot boxes.
Cash desks, the pockets of the cheapsteaks! At imaginary hospitals,screening offices for the screening offices’
sexless housewives There is a lot of waiting at the line,for fascists’ compulsive situations And those kids are really persistant!
In their 20s, looking like silly ancient ghosts! Next to an unlucky corpse, in front of the plebeians’ eyes. Sluts are flirting with married men,
disturbing the hospital residents. In my dream… Truth is burning like acid.
And any brother, will stand up in the court and speak up about any injustice,kickback or a brother´s beating. In my dream… They burn extortionist doctors in the middle of the street. They slaughter poor pozers with debit I-phones,on sight. In my dream… The Loll stability principles, are not emoticons. I’m not sinking due to my fever
There is always respect for the different. And i decide to deal with this,
but when i wake up, it´s just a blurred memory. “Honey, let´s drink a corpse¨-
that is in another more dystopian dream. You damnn right, this is personal! When i supposedly found myself in a dream
where i am the acrobat in front of, previous mentioned extortionist doc, who gets richer with wrong diagnoses.
And instead of getting better I am getting worse. I am sick and tired of this city. I am sick and tired of this country. Embark again sugar bun! Hard training and deep blue… Everyone talk indistincly. All this fucking media…And Medea,
is just another teen Norman (Bates). If you feel sick, it’s an aftermath.
Camouflaged spray lines in those penumbral afternoons. Yet they are all happy politically! Yet they are all happy psychologically! Yet they are all happy sexualy! Then why the fuck everyone is at the hospital?! Look at those ugly faces! Dark, unsmiling , like a cold television ad for a purposeless company! Everything is static! Idiots! This dream is just a side effect! Yet whether you like it or not,it’s true,
happening to all the countries across the globe! Well,I don’t think I am crazy.I think you are just
so blind.Maybe you are THEM. Shout out to all my brothers out there!
Our time will come! Whole cities are mental wards. They load you up in a stretcher. Whole countries are morgues. When cops or fascists kill you,
they make a monument of you. If you want to live run far far away. And if you get sick, please visit another hospital. [Refrain repeats] Next verse… Yeah, I couldn’t even begin with. Let’s play with the Exclusic Economic Zones, to kill some time! My country is a museum, with servants. Loud cries, like Athens Polytechnic uprising! The taxes are supposed to beautify this monument. My memory, told my shinbone “Don’t Neo!” I wrote this quite sober,imagine what could I write high. You express οf your willpower. You only talk when the ship departures. You deliver me your missions. All those nice words. Subconsciously draining my mind. You are happy with your smartphone,don’t mind your brother. I did fuckin try, but you shut me out. I m going for an afternoon city walk. Passing by the hospital. Oh god, I don’t want to step inside. I want to leave something beautiful,for all these kids growing up, to inherit… But everything is rotten to the core.I felt it, so I wrote it. Someday you will wake up and look away from that smartphone screen. The same screen you were looking at the hospital’s waiting lounge. Whole cities are mental wards. They load you up in a stretcher. Whole countries are morgues. When cops or fascists kill you,
they make a monument of you. If you want to live run far far away. And if you get sick please visit another hospital! [Refrain repeats] I am sick and tired of this city.
I am sick and tired of this country.
Embark again sugar bun! Hard training
and deep blue…(x2)

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