Braindead

I’ve got prescription cocktails suppressing all of my ails Heart’s beating, still breathing The liquor's so euphoric, soothing you can’t avoid it No feeling, no healing Whoa, whoa, whoa I’m Braindead Go home, go home, go home I’m Braindead My paranoid delusion from pessimist confusion Not trusting, not lusting My own worst enemy is what thinks inside of me Paranoid, I’ve destroyed Whoa, whoa, whoa I’m Braindead Go home, go home, go home I’m Braindead I’m feeling fine, it’s all pretend No state of mind, straight to my head I’m feeling fine with my regrets No state of mind, I’m finally braindead