This is a song about "Nurse er saving lives"

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

But i really don't feel like calling a nurse

I put you in the er

Fuckin bitches chasing paper

It will be my saving grace of repetition

They all see my life from a childish position

Meger yet eagerly awaiting saving grace/

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

Just looking for saving like what jesus promised

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

Meger yet eagerly awaiting saving grace/

Couldn't be healed by even a nurse,

That's why she ignore my flowers