You woke up with a scream inside your head
Blood pounds in your neck
What is that tube in your throat
Voice is gone though you tried your best
Air is pressed into your chest...
What is this guy doing here?
With that line going somewhere inside your brain
He is dressed in blue
And his little dog next to you
Air is pressed into your chest...

You want to move
Tied to the bed by someone who had gone
Many days before
Besides this you wonder where you are right now
And mom isn't far can't hear the crying one
Still air is pressed into your chest...
All the lights for day and night
Why does your left leg won't move on your
Desperate order?
Too much blood you bled
Inside your head
While you smoked your final fag