Fingers severed on a mirrors edge   Isolated with no respect   Conversation has been replaced   Punctured slowly ideas escape   My possessions are all I have   One man's medicine poisons man   My subconscious knowledge safe      In my coma, in my coma again   In my coma, in my coma again, again   In my coma, in my coma again      Get respectable faces donned   Turn blind eyes to what's gone on   Slowly leak ideas through   Would you recognise I knew   Used expressions to converse   In my coma I do not hurt   Feel much better but I'm still not cured