In grey I stand
Happy to be sad for you
You stab my back
As I try to nurse your wound
Your cancer grows
Your dementia eats
You chop off my toes
As I try to give you what you need
Today crawls slower
In my wide awake coma
I'm decending lower
In my wide awake coma
You drift into death
As I dive and I hold my breath
You'll meet your maker
As I try to wake ya
Your blood stiffs
Your heart slows
You shed no tears
When your eyes close
Today crawls slower
In my wide awake coma
I'm decending lower
In my wide awake coma