Songs, Quotes, and Poems

The Art Of Anesthesia

Sometimes I think about who I should believe

The people who are dead or the people who are free

Sometimes I hear them as they whisper to me

I try to stay awake so I won't die in my sleep

And I was quick to take a second look through

The window on the door of the operating room

And the adrenaline, it threw my eyes

To the table on the floor where the patients lie

I saw his face and I could not speak

As the anesthetic kissed his cheek

I felt my lips go cold and my limbs go weak

Because the body on the table where the patients die was me

It was me

Give me back my oxygen mask

Cause I don't want to feel the walls of my heart collapse

So put me under.

I would sooner die on this table

Than face what causes me to be so unstable

There was a lie between my demons and me

And a body made of paper in the passenger seat

As I open my eyes, I could not see

I felt the stitches come loose and the blood run free

And as my thoughts began to shake

I felt the hand of the darkness kiss my face

And then the devil woke up and he grabbed my throat

He pulled me down to the place where the silence grows

He looks at me with hollow eyes

And he whispered my name as the flowers died

I felt my heart went cold as I sank between

The ocean I am and the river I'm meant to be

I'm meant to be

Give me back my oxygen mask

Cause I don't want to feel the walls of my heart collapse

So put me under.

I would sooner die on this table

Than face what causes me to be so unstable

Now I'm standing by the window on a Sunday

And I can't quite recall

Why I cannot move at all

And I feel so tired and wounded

Like the stitches on my soul came apart

I'm standing here in the dark

Well, maybe it's from the drinks we had last night

But good god, I love those friends of mine

The best that alcohol can buy

Or maybe it's from the lack of sleep

But those secrets I've kept, trying to be so sweet to you

It's dark, my dear

But it got me through, it got me through

So give me back my oxygen mask

Cause I don't want to feel the walls of my heart collapse

So put me under

I would sooner die on this table

Then face what causes me to be so unstable

Causes me to be so unstable

So give me back my oxygen mask

Cause I don't want to feel the walls of my heart collapse

So put me under

I would sooner die on this table

Then face what causes me to be so unstable

Causes me to be so unstable

Sometimes I wonder if I'm only a ghost

Wearing human skin I never chose

I listen to the devil as he spoke

Because he tempted me with a beautiful rose

"The Art Of Anesthesia" by SayWeCanFly