Bad memory and the rest of the band
Playing so slow, we could hardly stand
Tired of our gigs, the body and the mind
Mad and distraught, can't they please explain?
Troll symptom
Memories in my brain going round and round
Like a mental abortion in a crystal band
Mostly full of love, but mostly full of pain
Most of all, it makes me wanna cry
Troll symptom
Maybe it's just straight, maybe it's just cool
Maybe it's just your drugs, maybe I'm just a fool
I ain't gonna break, I ain't gonna break
Someone's gonna help me get this fucking track
Troll symptom
You know this is harder than going round my head
The way things are going, I'd sooner be dead
I'm not sure what I want it to be
But I can't wait just to be empty
Yes
Troll symptom
One, two, three, four
It's time
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