From the album Scandinavian Nightmare.

I really hate my trash bag brain!
Hate the way it makes me think
Asshole gooey slime
Makes me repeat myself all the time
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I hate that it lives inside my head
Keeps me up at night
Says it is my size
But nothing fits quite right

Clinically sane – I hate my brain
Not quite sad, not quite content, I hate my brain
Clinically sane – I hate my brain
In a constant state of worry
Nervous, late and always sorry

I really hate my messed up brain!
I'm reduced to click bait and coffee
Nothing excites me, no
Not even the Golden Age of TV(-shows)
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I hate the shallow shit
It makes me think and value
Is it only me?
Or are all our lives this empty?