Texty: Toad The Wet Sprocket. Coil. Amnesia.

Here I need your help
Deliver me from myself
Take me where I'm wanted
Or make me someone else

I don't care what they said
Forget about the things you read
It was something you'll never know
Never see, never understand
Just leave it now if you can

Tell me, when they come for you
Who will there be to speak
And when they come for you
Who will there be left to speak for you?

Final solution's back in style
And we are the ones letting it ride
And I never dreamed we were so blind
Amnesia in comfort, so unkind

Tell me, when they come for you
Who will there be to speak
When they come for you
Who will there be left to speak
Who will there be left to speak
And who will there be left to speak for you?