Boys Night Out Introducing Letras:
[Doctor:]
Test, check. Well, he's been released again today,
and I'm going back where I started. Looking over
old notes, listening to tapes, wondering how bad I
potentially messed up this time. The wounds seem
to be healing, and he seems to be getting along
without his appendages, and I know he seems fine,
But seems can be a very dangerous word, especially
in this business, it can be fatal.

Initial Diagnosis: Catatonic. And I know he's back
there somewhere, but there's just no response
whatsoever, to any kind of stimulus. We'll start
him with medication tomorrow, for sure.

This mans tragedy has made him a prisoner in his
own body. And it's not just tragedy, it's
dementia, despair; it's this hole I can see in
each of his eyes, where all the events that happen
in this real world kind of just fall through. It's
loneliness in it's most crippling form, the kind
that no amount of love, or human contact, could
ever mend.

The patient was plagued by violent nightmares,
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terrible, deeply troubling dreams, which one night
overflowed in to reality, and he murdered his
wife, in his sleep. These people were in love,
deeply in love. And it's that love filling those
holes that I can now see behind his eyes. And it's
my job to try and fill those holes with something
else. But what? Hope? I can try to fill those
holes with drugs, soothing words, but that's all.
I hope his wounds will heal in time, but right
now, things aren't looking good.

[Boys Night Out:]
The lines I wear around my wrist are there to
prove that I exist. The lines I wear around my
wrist are there to prove that I exist. The lines I
wear around my wrist are there to prove that I
exist. The lines I wear around my wrist are there
to prove that I exist. The lines I wear around my
wrist are there to prove that I exist.

[Patient:]
The lines around my wrists, the infection seems to
be getting better. It's in the center of my torso,
behind my eyes and in the back of my head.
Something is eating me alive from the inside out.

[Doctor:]
Well that's grief of your loss.

[Patient:]
Don't tell me what it is.
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