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Comatose
I'm above my physical disappearance
Departure from baggy eyes and bad attitude
I feel a little weaker these few last days
Every time I drag my feet further along
Carpet fiber feels a little different
When you hadn't intented to be on the ground
I'm getting kind of concerned
It's a rather special feeling
I'm still a little indifferent to your cause
But maybe it's because I haven't found one of my own
I shouldn't be so weary at this early hour
And I've awakened in a cold sweat with my pants down
I'm too tired to question it
Even after being unconscious for twelve hours or more
Winding eternal while struggling to be creative
I've seen so many wandering people at a blurred glance
And while everything's remained irritably still
It feels as if the room's shifted while I stay the same
Maybe that's the formula I was meant to be a part of
As my purpose seems to be to interact or to interrupt
I haven't received any individual treatment
Because everyone seems to be one collective mental disease
Even if I did manage to find the cure or the solution
I'd probably break the bottle in which it was contained
And I'll just assume
That this is how it was meant to be.
