C I have a problem, they said they can solve A# Soon I won't speak I have no words left in me I dream in pictures But the sound is muted I have no way to understand what they say Into Medazzaland People are starting to talk But I don't hear them anymore Now I can't see But I am still able to think Do I have any feeling left? What are they saying about me? Do they really understand what's wrong? I feel their hands on my skin The time has come for them to begin I'm sinking deeper and deeper Into Medazzaland I can feel the scalpel on my skin It's cutting in Deeper and deeper I'm in Medazzaland Oh, Medazzaland | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA# C |