Under your shattering rain

There's just too much pain

We stand at this hopeful Meridian.

I'm pulling out my hair,

Save your last minute prayers - 

It's time for Anesthetic Oblivion.

The one with no feeling

So no one's left reeling,

And everything's made of Obsidian.

Where it's peacefully calm

Nothing can ever go wrong

I just want Anesthetic Oblivion.