Cranial vault the mind's map paved by heart and soul's aim

Transfer of DNA forms the cerebral mainframe

Just like a computer, garbage in - garbage out

Subdural detour shuns the embrace of logic and reason

Shrouded in doubt



Divine mental biopsy reveals you need psycho surgery

The renewing of your mind by cosmic mirror



Spiritual angiography illustrates the mind's sorry state

Barnacle ridden psyche man's own demise to demonstrate

Burrowing mole exposes the dry rot within

Abundance of wormwood, euphemism for sin



Divine mental biopsy reveals you need psycho surgery

By His Spirit the symptoms are starting to clear



Blind cavefish, inbred victim of ocular atrophy

Inky blackness everywhere, there's no reason to see

Wait - is someone there? I can feel the heat

Limbs wax useless, help me, can't rise to my feet



Divine mental biopsy reveals you need psycho surgery

A shread of truth is illuminated by miner's light

Divine mental biopsy reveals you need psycho surgery

From the first touch a faint pulse begins to appear



(* In the 2001 rerelease of Psycho Surgery, the album title,

song title, and the phrase as it appears in the song have

been merged into one word, "Psychosurgery"