Testo Spinning Room

You can give me
A pill to sleep
You can give me
Ten different kinds

But I lay down
Under sheets of concrete
And I can't get the weight of it Off my mind

Feeling depleted
Feeling drained
Much like the blood
Was sucked out of my veins

I lay down
In a spinning room
In a spinning room

So, go ahead, diagnose me
Give me a name for my pain
Watch me very, very closely
Find the thing to blame