Dom McLennon - The Cardiologist lyrics

[Verse I: Dom McLennon] Zoning off melatonin sh** got me f**ing goin' Thinking of hearts I've molded And the delicate one I'm now holding Fixing shells that are broken They say my hands are golden But these gloves are blood-stained I feel like a monster watching them open up, til I seal all of these cuts It's a race against time and sometimes I'm fast enough You win some you lose some they say Though the stakes get raised when a life is in the way Don't know why I chose to play Wanted to be a hero Didn't figure what life is like working at ground zero Mama told me god has his eye on the sparrow But what about us, the mere mortals Medicated to a portal Of an apathetic shell The surface handles well But I need a cardiologist so I can feel myself Started with insomnia, now my mind is on the rim Spiraled in towards oxy's opiates and some kolonopin [Hook: Kevin Abstract] I'm just trying to change my ways..... My ways...... My ways..... But it all stays the same Like a heartbeat (repeated) [Verse 2: Dom McLennon] They say greed is evil but depression is a modern sin Mind racing, not sure if it's the beginning or end Of my thoughts, going a mile a minute Tryin to change how I'm living But can't make stable decisions Mind edging at the point of tippin 'Til it's time for work I gotta be a slate And this apathy & numbness makes me perform great I'm praised for these calculations that I'm forced to make By keeping myself rational inside of a sedated state So around and around we go, the vicious cycle My service is a favor and these people feel entitled A sole responsibility, just to perform Don't know why my heroics turned to contemplations I'm torn No man can be a god, I don't deserve to play it Looking at these patients, EKG's losing patience There's a party in my head & they're pissing in the basement Emotions I've repressed began to show their ugly faces It's nails on the chalkboard of my sanity scraping Up my empathy, maestro of life, creating symphonies Upon the epiphany the human condition ain't worth conditioning Cause nobody is listening..... Self prognosis; beyond me A bit of addiction tossed in with DID Sorry to say just a product of a society Compliantly using our anxiety As a means for addiction You fit the description Come take the prescription We promise to fix this But I'm part of the business So riddle me this: What does a man with both hands Tied behind his convictions Do to perform surgery? If he can does it for others I hope it works for me [Verse 3: Kevin Abstract] [Hook: Kevin Abstract]