Comatose

I have nothing left to ponder
I’m just something I’m forgotten
I’ve been dying
I’ve been dying

I don’t know
I don’t know
I don’t know what to do if I’m wrong
I don’t know
I don’t know
I don’t know what to do if I’m wrong

Go comatose
I don’t know what to do bout these ghosts
There’s thorn on your rose
You don’t know know what to do you erode

So I’ll shift the part I lack until it breaks into my lap
The glass it shatters on the dash until it fades into the past
The sinning doesn’t feel like winning
It’s the ashes from this prison
It’s a system for the living they don’t care if you’re a victim

I don’t know
I don’t know
I don’t know what to do if I’m wrong
I don’t know
I don’t know
I don’t know what to do if I’m wrong

Go and make a wish you’re brave
They just think I miss the drip I’m crazy
Writings on my wrists say waste
I've been dreaming of the mix it’s daily

I still don’t know my purpose is it patiеnce is is it worth it?
I spend all my worthless urgеs I’ve been burning at the service
I grow tired of these serpents they just leave me on the surface
Leave me cold with all my burdens there’s a price for those who worship

Go comatose
I don’t know what to do bout these ghosts
There’s thorn on your rose
You don’t know know what to do you erode

Go and make a wish you’re brave
They just think I miss the drip I’m crazy
Writings on my wrists say waste
I've been dreaming of the mix it’s daily