Who could tell, I love a pale complexion The buzz that I could use a wrong direction And you promised not to promise me A world of hot Mythology, if so It's just the brain Into the veins And all the fake realities And all the stupid jealousies And all the false apologies that came It's just the brain, in the brain Into the veins, in the veins Drunk on the blood of the Saints It's just the brain You know, a blister could do this gal a favour Lust can turn into immoral behaviour And I promise not to promise you A Social Anhedonia, to boot It's just the brain Into the veins And all the fake realities And all the stupid jealousies And all the false apologies that came 'I promise' doesn't mean a thing If you don't believe in anything 7 different daggers in my mind And you're damaged by the ones you can't let go Tell me something else that I don't know Something I don't know It just the brain, into the veins