They got to wake me up Ill be like this for years, hear me
This young man will be as unfeeling as unthinking as the dead
Fed through the tube that sticks in me
It is impossible for any severed individual to experience pain
This terrible silence stops with me
Can't tell if this is true or dream
Now that the war is through with me
Tied to machines that make me be
Pleasure, memory, dream or thought of any kind
I cant remember anything
I don't know weather I'm alive or dreaming or dead or remembering
What if its my turn, will you want me to go?
If I have not been sure of this, I would not have permitted him to live
In pumps life that I must feel
Oh, God, please make them hear me
Where am I?
Cut this life off from me
It got something to do with young men killing each other, Arthur
How can you tell what's a dream and what's real
Hold my breath as I wish for death
When you can't even tell when your awake and when your asleep
Just like a wartime novelty
I'm waking up, I cannot see
They won't listen, they wont hear me
Hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh, please God, wake me
For democracy, any man would give his only begotten son
Look to the time when I'll live
Oh, please God, wake me
That there's not much left of me
Where am I? Father, what happened? I need help
Deep down inside I feel to scream
Nothing is real but pain now
They kept my head and chopped off everything
What is democracy? What is democracy?
But can't look forward to reveal
Back in the womb it's much too real
Until the day joins them
