Coma baby, with your sick head; the doctors saved you, but youre still dead. Through your scalp I would like to reach in, so I could pull out the monster youve been.
But you would do anything to destroy the body that they rescued. Your sick little head, so brain damaged, and lying in that hospital bed.
Coma baby, the cry of your bones and your skull when it split on the road. I wish Id find all the lonely remnants of you that left when your head cracked open.
But you would do anything to destroy the body that they rescued. Your sick little head, so brain damaged, and lying in that hospital bed.
Lately I cant recognise you; the doctors lied when they said they saved you. Youre just the shell of the boy that you've been. And youre dying, I can feel it.