(Oh, Medazzaland)
I have a problem, they said they can solve
Soon I wont 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 dont hear them anymore
Now I cant see
But I am still able to think
Do I have any feeling left?
What are they saying about me?
Do they really understand whats wrong?
I feel their hands on my skin
The time has come for them to begin
Im sinking deeper and deeper
Into Medazzaland
I can feel the scalpel on my skin
Its cutting in
Deeper and deeper
Im in Medazzaland
(Oh Medazzaland)
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