Synthetic Medic · Song lyrics

Four Point Fantasy

Genre: Glam Metal
Released: July 3, 2026
Length: 5:21

The words

Lyrics

Intro

Yeah... Doctor said she's escalating... I knew tonight was gonna be special...

Verse 1

She threw a punch at security Tried to bite the respiratory team Told the charge nurse she was CIA Then tried to run away The room got quiet The doctor sighed Looked at me and rolled his eyes That's when he wrote the order down And heaven opened up somehow

Pre-Chorus

Two on the wrists Two on the feet Everything finally felt complete

Chorus

Four point fantasy You're everything I need tonight! Four point fantasy Everything's finally locked up tight! No more punches No more kicks No more trying to throw a fit Four point fantasy You make everything alright!

Verse 2

The monitor's beeping peacefully For the first time all evening Nobody's dodging flying shoes Nobody's making the evening news The techs are smiling The nurses cheer The safest room in the building's here And every time I walk on by A little tear comes to my eye

Pre-Chorus

Two on the wrists Two on the feet It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen

Chorus 2

Four point fantasy You're everything I need tonight! Four point fantasy Everything's finally locked up tight! No more screaming No more fights No more trying to climb the lights Four point fantasy You make everything alright!

Breakdown

Left arm Right arm Left Leg Right Leg

Bridge

Some men dream of fast cars Some men dream of fame Some men dream of movie stars I just dream of hard restraints

Chorus 3

Four point fantasy You're everything I need tonight! Four point fantasy Doctor says the paperwork's right! No more biting No more swings No more airborne random things Four point fantasy You make everything alright! Four point fantasy Four point fantasy

About this song

Let's get one thing out of the way:

This song sounds significantly more explicit than it actually is.

“Four Point Fantasy” is a glam metal power anthem about the least glamorous fantasy imaginable:

Peace and quiet.

Specifically, the kind that arrives after an escalating patient has spent the evening punching, kicking, biting, swinging and launching whatever objects happen to be within reach.

Everyone has tried talking.

Everyone has tried redirecting.

Everyone has tried de-escalating.

Security is tired.

Respiratory would prefer not to be bitten.

The nurse has already dodged something that was never designed to become airborne.

Then the doctor looks around the room, realizes exactly how the evening is going, and finally writes the order.

Four points.

Suddenly the room gets quieter.

Nobody is dodging shoes.

Nobody is getting punched.

Nobody is attempting to climb something that was never intended to be climbed.

For the first time all evening, everyone can safely do their jobs.

Obviously, restraints are serious clinical interventions, used when appropriate for safety and accompanied by the necessary assessment, monitoring and documentation.

The joke isn't that restraining somebody is fun.

The joke is the exhausted healthcare worker's moment of relief when an unsafe, escalating situation finally becomes manageable.

Naturally, Synthetic Medic expressed that feeling in the only medically appropriate format:

A wildly oversexed 1980s glam metal power anthem.

Some men dream of fast cars.

Some men dream of fame.

Some men dream of movie stars.

Some of us just want everybody to stop throwing s***.

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