I had a problem they said they can solve Soon I won't speak I have no words left in me I dream in pictures but the sound is muted I have no way to understand what they say Into medazzaland
People are starting to talk But I don't hear them anymore Now I can't see But I'm still able to think Do I have any feeling left? What are they saying about me? Do they really understand what's wrong? I feel their hands on my skin The time has come for them to begin I'm sinking deeper and deeper Into medazzaland
I can feel the scalpel on my skin It's cutting in deeper and deeper I'm in medazzaland Oh medazzaland
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