Fingers severed on a mirrors edge Isolated with no respect Conversation has been replaced Punctured slowly ideas escape My possessions are all I have One man's medicine poisons man My subconscious knowledge safe
In my coma, in my coma again In my coma, in my coma again, again In my coma, in my coma again
Get respectable faces donned Turn blind eyes to what's gone on Slowly leak ideas through Would you recognise I knew Used expressions to converse In my coma I do not hurt Feel much better but I'm still not cured
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