Artillery - The Cure

Look at me, it's plain to see, that's 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 lobotomy, they wanna 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
Deside for me
Pacifide, neutralized, so i am stayin' here.