Hier: Was denken sie? At the Pharmacy Steam, steam, steam Comes out of an ampulla The apothecary says: baby, Im blind Xerophthalmia is a dry desease! Havent you got somethin for my eyes? A clammy dressing? Or an orgasmic salve? Oh, heaven forbid! The steam, the steam! Its in my mouth now! My Tongue! Its absquatulating! Well, aphthous oral infection entains tremendous Detriments, preconditioned you stay deedless The colonoscopy glows red The Steam gets thick and thicker Mister, youre what I call an oaf The recipe have warned you The sisters, they have told you DO NOT! DO NOT! Baby, I have to laugh bout your funny glasses The steam, well, bemused me Theyre big and round and stimulant Reminds me of life belts, We could use one, we would grab it. We would get us out from antiseptic swamps The Ventilation have broke down Theyre all at the steams mercy The air turnes pink So the shit hits the fan, unlucky fellows Where is my salve? And my dressing? Breath and feel how breathing becomes your enemy The Steam has got a brain. You know that? Hes a bloody Philosopher He knows bout your desire! Hes laughing HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! My Assistant, where are you? present, good doctor, I will fight my way through. Through dozens of creatures With pink eyes, starring at my legs. They like legs. Im scaaaared! I have no mind anymore. Ive sold it! To the King of Steam! The King is here, mighty in stealing truth. The truth I did not see anymore. It is all one color now These pictures, they are not real! They are not real! They were something spooky, Creeping out from this flippin Ampulla, a gift from hell, A mean trap for apothecaries who Have ridden the snake. Baby, you behave like this rabbit from alice, you know, this fanatic fluffy crony with this preference for tea. Your hoppin and smilin a bit too much For me! AND I HATE THINGS BEING A BIT TOO MUCH! Jaundice, catalepsy, amoebic liver abscess. My three friends, do not forsake me! Stay here, circle me, kiss me, I will never forget the words. The smoking words, spoken through thick fog. The Steamss approaching The words of Disease, the words of failure. The strength of bacteria shined through A hypochondriacs nightmare We all gone mad And you will be ill!