I want my brain back
I need my brain back
So for the love of god
Shut up
You won't stop and let me relax
You're a pickaxe that never blows
Connected to the stomach bent over in pain
To resist is simply in vain
So come and see me without steaming
So come and wake me without screaming
Panic
Attack
At dawn
Again
Corpus colostomies now
Drop attacks broken bones no to I.C.'s throne
Smear the ointment so the bombs won't cane me
Wear depends so the fear won't stain me
Panic
Attack
At dawn
Again