Got nothing in my brain, got nothing in my brain You ask me to think And I say: No thanks I'd rather just lie Till my brain liquefies And turns into mush
I'm going insane, gave I ever been sane? If not, then I guess it's all the same Who wants to be a bore When you can be much more than the doctors say
How much of myself am I allowed to lose if the person in my shoes Is just a fraud? Take my identity, all the best parts of me And mould them into what you want
Regret and shame at the bearer at my name Is just another Tuesday night
Pinned down by sandbags under my eyes As they fill until the morning light
Regret and shame at the bearer at my name Is just another Tuesday night
The curtains close As the cuckoo crows and I Mourn the twilight's flight
