Sick Brains

I found someone in the basement
Burning everything I am
All those boxes with the pieces of my poor sick brain
I looked at the silhouette
And it was nobody but myself

I grow up learning to put the gun against my own head
With the laughter of the entire world
Enjoy our show

We are opening this door, where all the sick brains go
Murderers, dreamers, homeless souls
Blood brothers in the lands where Neptune used to shine
Oh, what a view we have

I found something in the ashes
But it disappeared as fast as it came
A glance of hope, too heavy to lift it
I fool myself, I never even tried

I grow up learning to loathe our lives cause that’s the way it is
And the whole world just sits and does the same
You will enjoy our show
Cause we know that your soul has been sold

We are opening this door, where all the sick brains go
Murderers, dreamers, homeless souls
Blood brothers in the lands where Neptune used to shine
Oh, what a view we have

Oh my god, this got out of control
My heartbeat is synthetic, my brain is kind of problematic
Maybe it’s time to let go of everything that haunts me so

We are opening this door, where all the sick brains go
Murderers, dreamers, homeless souls
Blood brothers in the lands where Neptune used to shine
Oh, what a view we have

© Melvin Hein