Under your shattering rain
There's just too much pain
We stand at this hopeful Meridian.
I'm pulling out my hair,
Save your last minute prayers -
It's time for Anesthetic Oblivion.
The one with no feeling
So no one's left reeling,
And everything's made of Obsidian.
Where it's peacefully calm
Nothing can ever go wrong
I just want Anesthetic Oblivion.