[Intro]
				

Awake please believe me I'm still alive
They hadn't succeeded in bringing me to life again
He lost his functions for a long time
Tardy will be his decadence
I'm in a sound sleep, and I'm by myself
Sleeping sickness took possession of my life
Surgeons, they can surely deliver him
It would rather die if only he would be able to...

The real horror isn't in the dark
But inside your own skull

All around I can hear a lot of machines
Welcome to the beginning of my end
His cardiac oscillations are more and more weak
The generator of his pulsations is quietly stopping
I'm flying in the morgue, and I'm looking at my corpse
All my rests will be consumed...
The real horror isn't in the dark
But inside your own skull...
Coma...in remembrance of my coma
Awake, please believe me, I'm still alive....
He was a drug merchant and a surgeon
to follow his calling
But unfortunately, an explosion happened on his boat
He managed to swim to an island
and he swam the next morning
Desperate, he ran and ran again
but there was only sand and rock
Then he tried to catch a gull
but suddenly he broke his left ankle
Suddenly it turned to blue, so he amputated it... Isolated...
Sit on his favorite rock,
waiting for a boat but never one came
Then he came delirious, so he cut his other leg.
It was no use to him, cause now he felt obliged to creep
To catch his food, was there any reason to die?
No sign of life, no food...
The sun consume the man all day long...
He watches his face in a puddle of water and with tears
in his eyes, he wondered: "am I really crying?
I feel inclined to die..."
The man looked at his hands,
he started to eat the right one and said:
"the left or right, there's no importance now..." 
				

Awake please believe me I'm still alive
They hadn't succeeded in bringing me to life again
He lost his functions for a long time
Tardy will be his decadence
I'm in a sound sleep, and I'm by myself
Sleeping sickness took possession of my life
Surgeons, they can surely deliver him
It would rather die if only he would be able to...

The real horror isn't in the dark
But inside your own skull

All around I can hear a lot of machines
Welcome to the beginning of my end
His cardiac oscillations are more and more weak
The generator of his pulsations is quietly stopping
I'm flying in the morgue, and I'm looking at my corpse
All my rests will be consumed...
The real horror isn't in the dark
But inside your own skull...
Coma...in remembrance of my coma
Awake, please believe me, I'm still alive....
He was a drug merchant and a surgeon
to follow his calling
But unfortunately, an explosion happened on his boat
He managed to swim to an island
and he swam the next morning
Desperate, he ran and ran again
but there was only sand and rock
Then he tried to catch a gull
but suddenly he broke his left ankle
Suddenly it turned to blue, so he amputated it... Isolated...
Sit on his favorite rock,
waiting for a boat but never one came
Then he came delirious, so he cut his other leg.
It was no use to him, cause now he felt obliged to creep
To catch his food, was there any reason to die?
No sign of life, no food...
The sun consume the man all day long...
He watches his face in a puddle of water and with tears
in his eyes, he wondered: "am I really crying?
I feel inclined to die..."
The man looked at his hands,
he started to eat the right one and said:
"the left or right, there's no importance now..."