Maybe it's her hair
Maybe it's the way she wears that stare
From a glance it's clear
Her feelings have been commandeered
And she may think to herself
That I think to myself
But nothing's further from the truth
I'm an idiot
I'm so lucid
So goddamn stupid
Staying useless
I'm used to it
And you may think to yourself
That I think to myself
But nothing's further from the truth
I'm an idiot like you
Release the hounds
It's all over now
You've been found out
By everyone
We're going down
Just you and me now
F*ck this town
Let's get out
And you may think to yourself
That I think to myself
But nothing's further from the truth
I'm an idiot like you
Braindead
Braindead
Braindead
Braindead