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