(Oh, Medazzaland) I have a problem, they said they can solve Soon I wont speak I have no words left in me I dream in pictures But the sound is muted I have no way to understand what they say (Into Medazzaland) People are starting to talk But I dont hear them anymore Now I cant see But I am still able to think Do I have any feeling left? What are they saying about me? Do they really understand whats wrong? I feel their hands on my skin The time has come for them to begin Im sinking deeper and deeper Into Medazzaland I can feel the scalpel on my skin Its cutting in Deeper and deeper Im in Medazzaland (Oh Medazzaland)