歌词
The vultures came and picked and pulled apart
Trapped in a vessel going nowhere
Left me to rot in that bed for another
Bound to the anchor, still sinking deeper
Say the dead won't speak, but my sanity begs to differ
Clouds pass covering the sun in my dreams
My soul reaches out to God, but he can’t reciprocate
The days and nights we spent, they're haunting me
This coma is a prison
This might be the last time I will ever speak
Dreaming is sinking, waking is rising