Rivethead - Chemlab

Shooting blanks, relentless, pitchblade

Microwave and the old collision

Out of order

Everything just turns to drool

And white-hot indecision

The pages burn

The stomach churns

The cycle turns

Lose your peace

Lose your mind

Crack the eggshell to escape

The total trauma suicide deadline

Going out of my head!

Lying on your back in the dark

Listening to the hum of the machine

Tricked up wound up wound up

Trying to break your dreams

The Watcher Seeker hunting out with a hungry eye

The destroyer needs to feed

It’s hard to find the door

The lock, when your whole life is out of key

Going out of my head!

Want to slip that needle in

Want to smell those fumes again

Want to beat those skins again

But there’s something wrong

There’s something wrong

Going out of my head!