What triggered this treachery
One way lane to extinction
Through my skin into ones mouth

To be spit back on my face

You blew the air in

You got my blood out
But to you I'm not dead
Still not dead enough


Powered by the machine
Getting empty from the inside

So virtual and unreal
No life should end like this


You blew the air in
You got my blood out
But to you I'm not dead

Still not dead enough

Someone waiting for a birth

I've wasted my life for it
The order that I scorn
The order I must die for


Heal me anyway you can
End my cold life functions

Feed me no more
No longer should I be


Not dead enough - you blew the air in
Not dead enough - you got my blood out
Not quite alive - but to you I'm not dead

Still not dead enough

Burn me over and over again

Being dead must be liberating