Strapped in the back seat
Take me for a ride
Crank up the treadmill
Grinding wheel panic high
Red line blow out
The carnage of doubt
Living in a car crash
Always saying goodbye

Pharmaceutical deviations
Go for heaven go for hell
You can get an operation
That will make you blind as well
Let fly your head
Wake up braindead
Wandering tall hallways
A smoking hollow shell

I have met the enemy and I am it
And when I breathe I can smell something's dead
Decay corrupt worms writhe in grey slush
At night I can feel the rotting in my head

I have met the enemy and I am it
And when I breathe I can tell something's dead
Let fly my head woke up braindead
Living in a car crash always saying goodbye