Psychasthenia

Could you map this globe?

With a torment slowly rose

To a fear resigned

Quiet room I hope I find



Cut me open please

Cut me open please



With an alter robe

I have stumbled knife to lobe

In compulsion drown

Counting every phantom found



Cut me open please

Cut me open please



Cut me open please

Cut me open please



With a bridge I've killed

I will serotonin fill

To a fear resign

Quiet room I hope I find



Cut me open please

Cut me open please



Cut me open please

Cut me open please