Such A Surge - Koma 2002

Tell me, what do you see when you stare into emptiness? I wonder if you hear anything When you're listening to me. Motionless, you lie there — coma. Without movement, as if it had always been this way. Your condition unclear; apparently there is nothing That still keeps you alive now. Didn't you once say that every thought counts When the mind is connected to the heart through consciousness? But now, in your world, Where what still animates you is only artificial, Every dream that was once precious Suddenly becomes cheap. Does every emotion get swept away and killed by the current? Everything inside you has been shut down. I hear how your spirit, usually standing still, Moves no further. Unable to endure it, Begging for mercy before it goes under. And I hope that you'll wake up again. Coma. Coma — is everything possible with you? Everything goes according to plan, Along the regulated track, Into ruin through mass delusion. They don't want you to wake up again and think, But to keep taking part. You are only one of millions of drones. As long as you consume in your sleep, It can be worthwhile. Does one have taste while in a coma? Can the strongest will be broken? Do you swallow everything? Beat by beat, neatly packaged. Is the third eye tightly shut? Has your mind been cleanly blown away? Has your sense of standards long since decided its own end? Is truth now what was once a lie? No longer recognizable? And now, last but not least, Every lie is worth its weight in gold, Because the coma is spreading among you, And what was once human Turns itself around, Quickly distorted; There you lie in delirium, A mass audience. Coma.