Artillery

The Cure

Artillery


Look at me, it’s plain to see, that I’m no longer here 
Can you find me? 
They took it all away from me, my mind is out somewhere 

They analyze my every move, they strap me to this bed 
Set me free 
They want to do a labotomy, they want to cure my head 

Drain the pressure from my brain 
Suck the juice from me 
Sane, I’ll never be again 
So tell me what you see 

They tell me I’m no longer fit to live my life out there 
Decide for me 
Pacified, neutralized, so I’m staying here 

Drain the pressure from my brain 
Suck the juice from me 
Sane, I’ll never be again 
So tell me what you see