Brain Cells Gone [Chorus] Brain cells vanish; brain cells are lost. Was there a full moon? Where have our minds gone? We've searched high and low; nowhere to be seen. Our neurons have left the chat. Brains are misfiring—bring on the asylums. [Hook] We call your name, but you're somewhere behind the noise. Your lips keep moving, but they forgot your voice. Where did I leave myself? I swear I had me yesterday. The mirror knows my face, but my mind has drifted away. Maybe it's time for straitjackets after all. [Verse 1] Every thought's a hallway with another locked door. Every answer disappears before it reaches the floor. I bargain with the ceiling while the silence stares me down. The daylight fills the windows, but it never hits the ground. If peace has got my number, it's pretending not to call. I'm running out of reasons that still sound reasonable at all. [Chorus] Brain cells vanish; brain cells are lost. Was there a full moon? Where have our minds gone? We've searched high and low; nowhere to be seen. Our neurons have left the chat. Brains are misfiring—bring on the asylums. [Hook] You ask if I'm okay. I fake the whole damn thing. Smile in all the right places, but something's still wrong. Which thought should I believe? Which one should I ignore? Every time I choose one, five are waiting at the door. I'm out of my head, out over the edge, riding another tide. I see straitjackets rolling in, one at a time. Pull them tight. Maybe they'll hold together what I can't keep inside. [Verse 2] Every room grows heavier than the one before. Then suddenly I'm certain I don't need the floor. The walls start breathing stories only I can understand. My shadow starts negotiating with someone off the land. The clock keeps moving forward while the minutes stay the same. I keep forgetting who I was before I learned my name. [Chorus] Brain cells gone, never coming back. Was it a full moon or a full-blown attack? We searched every corner, but nothing remains. The neurons are toast. We're circling the drain. [Bridge] The time has come. I'm officially done. I've mentally checked out, and it's not even one. I build little ladders out of promises and sleep, but every rung I climb is one I couldn't keep. Tomorrow waits outside like it already knows my name. The script is always different, but the ending stays the same. Still... somewhere underneath the noise, a heartbeat keeps perfect time. Maybe that's enough to make it through tonight. [Outro] Maybe we don't need to fix everything today. Maybe one clear breath is enough of a way. If I lose myself again, leave the light on low. Sometimes the longest journey is just making it back home. I'll wave the white flag—not because I've lost the fight, but because surrender isn't always giving up. Sometimes it's finally letting morning find you.
