Lyrics
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