Teeter on the brink of death
Rotting in a hospital bed
Fluids pumped through your veins
Nothingness inside your brain
Dead but alive, awaiting decay
Morbid way to survive, minutes stretch into days
Comatose
Unseeing eyes stare vacantly
Out of the corpse you soon will be All life ends death this much we know
Your grave drawing nearer, but so fucking slow
Kept from the grave, but your life they can’t save
So you silently wait, to face your morbid fate
More dead than alive, but still you survive
Awaiting the day, you at last pass away
More dead than alive, but still you survive
Awaiting the day, you at last pass away