The Cure — Artillery

Look at me, it's plain to see, that's I'm no longer here Can you find me? They took it all away from me, my mind is out somewhere

They analyze my every move, they strap me to this bed Set me free They want to do lobotomy, they wanna cure my head

Drain – the pressure from my brain Suck the juice from me Sane – I'll never be again So tell me what you see

They tell me I'm no longer fit, to live my life out there Deside for me Pacifide, neutralized, so I am stayin' here