The Brain Collapses

In the morning when I awake

The room spins round my stomach ache

That leads straight to my head

The curtains are closed

The room is cold

And there´s nothing left but my memory

Scratching the air

Another body falls to the floor

And a disfigured face waits at the door

As the brain collapses

And you couldn't ever call this living

When you're just physically going through directions

Trying to avoid the obvious dead end

I don't want to see the obvious dead end

As the brain collapses

Scratching the air

Another body falls to the floor

And a disfigured face waits at the door

As the brain collapses