Medic Songtext
Innumerous odds are stacked up against you and there’s no letting up.
You can’t go outside.
Coincidence is out of your hands.
Mistakes made by other men, could end your life now.
Don’t help me.
The risk is worth every worry.

Consumed by your job? Bad habits and all that won’t help procrastinate,
Your will to break down.
They have a way of seeking you out, and take you down with a smile.
I’m vulnerable now.
Don’t help me.

It stabs like a toothache.
Bruises like a heartache.
Knowing that all time must end.
So what do you make of this?
Are you gonna waste life, or breathe it?

Cancerous cells, and car crashes kill, but they don’t attack as well.
As well as remorse and apathy, they’re worse than disease
Attack for eternity
The stench of defeat.
Don’t help me.

You’ll get no sleep tonight.
You’ve got to rise at the right time.
You’ve got to climb when the mood is ripe, now.
Shut out the red blinds, let the light shine in bright.
Moments are running out, rotting out, away, they’re gone.