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The vultures came and picked and pulled apart Trapped in a vessel going nowhere Left me to rot in that bed for another Bound to the anchor, still sinking deeper Say the dead won't speak, but my sanity begs to differ Clouds pass covering the sun in my dreams My soul reaches out to God, but He can't reciprocate The days and nights we spent, they're haunting me This coma is a prison This might be the last time I will ever speak Dreaming is sinking, waking is rising Aus Songtexte Mania