Medicine — Cindergarden

Need a dose of therapy the cure is not in front of me crippled with loyal disease I've tried every one of these

This will help you this will hurt you

Something tells me I'm not well locked up in this padded cell sometimes I must be restrained strange relations when I'm chained

This will help you this will hurt you

Let the sick wash over me inside the gates from where I see find release when I submit to the illness I admit something tells me I'm not well locked up in this padded cell

This will help you this will hurt you