Got nothing in my brain, got nothing in my brain
You ask me to think
And I say: No thanks
I'd rather just lie
Till my brain liquefies
And turns into mush

I'm going insane, gave I ever been sane?
If not, then I guess it's all the same
Who wants to be a bore
When you can be much more than the doctors say

How much of myself am I allowed to lose if the person in my shoes
Is just a fraud?
Take my identity, all the best parts of me
And mould them into what you want

Regret and shame at the bearer at my name
Is just another Tuesday night

Pinned down by sandbags under my eyes
As they fill until the morning light

Regret and shame at the bearer at my name
Is just another Tuesday night

The curtains close
As the cuckoo crows and I
Mourn the twilight's flight