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..." 
				

I try to search through my mind,
I try to free my soul.
My soul? My mind? What am I now?
An entity?
Endless corridors made of dusty mirrors surround me, Reflecting the being
I once was, stained with blood and bathed in tears.
He holds out his hand into my direction,
I have to help him to save my soul!
I have to return to find my exit...
Wandering through the lobby I have found my way.
I open the door, as I'm hit by a blinding light.
I hope I'll be free. Will I ever be free?... 
				

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..." 
				

I try to search through my mind,
I try to free my soul.
My soul? My mind? What am I now?
An entity?
Endless corridors made of dusty mirrors surround me, Reflecting the being
I once was, stained with blood and bathed in tears.
He holds out his hand into my direction,
I have to help him to save my soul!
I have to return to find my exit...
Wandering through the lobby I have found my way.
I open the door, as I'm hit by a blinding light.
I hope I'll be free. Will I ever be free?... 
				

Wastes are on your body
By trying putting to pieces
The rest of your limbs
From top to bottom
Sordid and outrageous emanations
Scratching your sense

In memory of experiments you made on you
In memory of all sufferings you’d to endure

Out of breath, crawling through your mind
A kind of new life
It’s no use trying taking to flight
Do you really die ? Slow...

Irritating anesthesia
Drive your self-esteem to amputation
Assume the rip of the artery
And the scald of the skin

According to scientists
It was your own experience
Lost in your research
All this was – a product of your mind
Now you’ve the feeling that – All is a dream

Wastes are on your body
By trying putting to pieces
The rest of your limbs
From top to bottom
Sordid and outrageous emanations
Scratching your sense

In memory of experiments you made on you
In memory of all sufferings you’d to endure

Out of breath, crawling through your mind
A kind of new life
It’s no use trying taking to flight
Do you really die ? Slow...