If I let you in, can I make you see
The fear of giving up a little piece of me
Brainwashed of yesterday's dreams
Nothing is ever quite as it seems
Pieces that used to fit so well
Have broken edges , it's hard to tell
Unexplained absence of mind
Sterile emotion of another kind
Thoughts all filtered out
Brainwashed of yesterday's dreams
Nothing, ever quite as it seems
Pieces that used to fit so well
Have broken edges, it's hard to tell
Well I need to feel again