i'd left school at 14 and ballooned in weight as i was comfort eating mainly i guess due to the fact that my Dad had decided to shack up with a spainish prostitute (who he married) and who banned him from seeing me and my brother...so yeah that was a bit hard...and i'd had a really bad trip on a pink floyd 'the wall' they were called, tiny as fuck...but damn fuck me lethal as fucking shit......i was depressed for many months, i burned crucifixes into my hands...i thought i was a goth...but here it is...i'll tell the title at the end
i try to listen
but cannot hear
i try to see
but nothing appears
i try to speak
i try to shout
i try to scream
but nothing comes out
i live in silence
in a world of black
i talk to no-one
and no-one talks back
i try to travel
but never know
where i am going
or then, where i go
i have no opinions
and no points of view
i don't know whats false
or then what is true
i have no emotions
i have nothing to share
i reach out to feel
to find no-one is there
but if i could listen
i won't want to hear
about death and destruction
sorrow and fear
and if i could see
i couldn't stand the sight
of the innocent dieing
because the guilty must fight
and if id been given
the power of speech
nothing i'd say
could bring any peace
and travelling won't help
i'd never escape
a world of bad feeling
a world full of hate
with all their opinions
who would want to hear mine?
and my points of view
they would all fade in time
my mind would be poisonned
with all their beliefs
so who would want truth
when lies hide the grief
i lie here and think
i still have my thoughts
'never give up'
that's what they taught
they now have it all
my life's all i've got
and they're left to choose
to when that gets turned off
the title is COMA
i try to listen
but cannot hear
i try to see
but nothing appears
i try to speak
i try to shout
i try to scream
but nothing comes out
i live in silence
in a world of black
i talk to no-one
and no-one talks back
i try to travel
but never know
where i am going
or then, where i go
i have no opinions
and no points of view
i don't know whats false
or then what is true
i have no emotions
i have nothing to share
i reach out to feel
to find no-one is there
but if i could listen
i won't want to hear
about death and destruction
sorrow and fear
and if i could see
i couldn't stand the sight
of the innocent dieing
because the guilty must fight
and if id been given
the power of speech
nothing i'd say
could bring any peace
and travelling won't help
i'd never escape
a world of bad feeling
a world full of hate
with all their opinions
who would want to hear mine?
and my points of view
they would all fade in time
my mind would be poisonned
with all their beliefs
so who would want truth
when lies hide the grief
i lie here and think
i still have my thoughts
'never give up'
that's what they taught
they now have it all
my life's all i've got
and they're left to choose
to when that gets turned off
the title is COMA