My head is buzzing with fantastic ***,
It takes away all reason.
So what is the matter now? I ask.
As my life spirals and spins out of control.
The futility of it all,
What is important?
Who really cares?
Round and round I spin,
I spin around like a top.
I feel dizzy, I feel sick,
With nausea of the mind,
The mind is sick.