Turn me off, pull the plug
Leave me with some dignity
I am not, what I was
And I don't need the sympathy
Alive inside me
No one can hear me
Brain Dead! - I'm not
Brain Dead! - Sentenced / Forgot
Paralyzed, in my shell
Enduring every endless day
Immobilized, on my back
Aware of everything they say
Extricate me
Eliminate me
Brain Dead! - I'm not
Brain Dead! - Drip fed / Forgot
I can't blink my eye or cry or even speak
SOLO:
( K.K. ) [ 3:05 - 3:09 ]
( Glenn ) [ 3:10 - 3:14 ]
( K.K. ) [ 3:15 - 3:19 ]
( Glenn ) [ 3:20 - 3:25 ]
They crowd around my bed
Condescending words are said
Thinking I don't hear or know
What is going on - Hello!
Can't you suckers hear my cries
From inside I'm still alive
It's my decision to abort
Turn off the goddamn life support
Let me pass, from this world
So I fade away in peace
Comprehending
Unrelenting
Brain Dead! - I'm not
Brain Dead! - Sentenced / Forgot
Brain Dead! - I'm not
Brain Dead! - Drip fed / Forgot
Footnote:
We all have sympathy for those left to care and despair for victims of tragedy, but what of the victim himself - trapped inside his body, a coffin - unable to move a muscle or blink an eye, but aware of the living hell he's enduring and unable to bring it to an end - a man not even a shadow of his former self - a man who wants to be remembered for what he was - not forgotten because of what he's become.