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")