歌词
Roaming spores and running sores and scorching fever. Score a pill to maybe
ease the pain. But there's more to come. The thunder's in your brain, the
lightning dances. Stars explode and spit. A foaming fit, stuck in a lift.
Press "ground floor", but IT RISES! Bursts the ceiling, peeling clouds
and fleeing for the sun where maybe there's just a little peace. Oh please
God... Just a little peace. A small release, an anaesthetic - this headache's driving me insane!