(Oh, medazzaland)

I have a problem, they said they can solve

Soon I won't speak

I have no words left in me

I dream in pictures

But the sound is muted

I have no way to understand what they say

(Into medazzaland)

People are starting to talk

But I don't hear them anymore

Now I can't see

But I am still able to think

Do I have any feeling left?

What are they saying about me?

Do they really understand what's wrong?

I feel their hands on my skin

The time has come for them to begin

I'm sinking deeper and deeper

Into medazzaland

I can feel the scalpel on my skin

It's cutting in

Deeper and deeper

I'm in medazzaland

(Oh medazzaland)