Before you even knew that
They discovered that your alibi is a lie
You come to within a room
Without a clue of what's inside
Fused to an artificial respiration machine
Up on the second floor paralyzed with blinded eyes
You cannot rid you of yourself or of all of those surrounding you
Punishment they all say has fit the crime
In the purgatory dormitory
Anesthetic local removing cords of vocals cannot speak
Notice that your hearing's stifled,
Extinguished explanations that you seek
Every nerve submerged in procaine
Now you're just a brain...
Up on the second floor paralyzed with blinded eyes
You cannot rid you of yourself or of all of those surrounding you
Punishment they all say has fit the crime
In the purgatory dormitory
Laden with guilt and injected with shame
You don't know the names of these empowered saints you blame
Can't feel the cold, cannot feel the flames
Cannot feel the presence of your body's weakened frame
Up on the second floor paralyzed with blinded eyes
You cannot rid you of yourself or of all of those surrounding you
Punishment they all say has fit the crime
In the purgatory dormitory More from World Under Blood