Deathbed - Cursed Earth

Welcome home, to what do I owe this pleasure?

Set your bones upon your throne, the stretcher

No more philosophy

No more psychology

Now let’s take to the room

George’s quarters they said

No, no saints only tombs

Etched in stone it read

Welcome home

You brought us all together

Then a quote, nabbed from Rourkes «The Wrestler»

No more autonomy

No more philosophy

Relieve the pressure it unloads

Orbitoclast to the front lobe

Break all the bones in your back

Relieve the pressure it unloads

Orbitoclast to the front lobe

Etched in the stone it had read;

«It's in your head»

Patient responds to treatment

Deathbed

A weapon, your stretcher

If you wanna keep a secret

You better hide it from yourself

No more philosophy

No more psychology

No more autonomy

Lobotomy is next door to godliness

Deathbed