For 40 years under your spell
Fainting, falling, hurting,
Nothing but pure hell.
But as the seasons change
As this old world turns ‘round.
No longer am I your slave.
Awaiting inside this machine,
It will confirm what I mean
As the noise plays and exams
My brain, it will tell me what I already know
Your reign has ended, time to let you go.
So be on your way, find another victim
You, I know longer want to know!
Say good-bye you cruel malady,
And haunt this body no more
No longer will I sing your frightful melody!
The machine is done, it’s now next week
The doctor tells me what I want to hear
Life really is so sweet!
And sweet it will be without you.
You’ve tortured me for so long
Now it’s time for your swan song!
But you have taught me one thing
Things people need to learn in life
Although it’s cliché, it pertains today
As it will tomorrow and everyday
For when I see a tortured soul and they reach out to me
I will not judge, I’ve been there you see.
Without your terror, I may not understand
About what some folks call ‘the invisible disease’