A surreal final goodbye A liminal space was crossed Felt too physical Broke down from the inside Terrors of sitting still Then it all sinks in Stockholm syndrome Yearn for the ropes that tied my hands Had enough of the consequences Man I think I'm going mad Running from the thoughts Of shedding layers of my former self Secluded, curtains closed Open to no-one else This heart of mine is on a motorway to hell And I know I'm of ill health But if I can't save myself then who can And all my senses separate Mindlessly celebrate with novocaine And all of me is stained Make me a new man Heart of mine's on a motorway to hell And I know I'm of ill health But if I can't save myself then who can And all my senses separate Mindlessly celebrate with novocaine And all of me is stained Make me a new man Do do do do Make me a new man Do do do do Make me a new man Man