Fight Music Quartet: Comatose


COMATOSE
I want to be there
The second you realize
See your mind crush
eyes torn below
I feel your grin
In my crippled spine
You keep complaining
Very deep beneath
You never saw it
You could just leave it
It's dull
You´re not so blind
Listen to my best whine
Sleep like a nightmare-free
Cradled so endlessly
Sleep tight
Poor fight