Letra de Diagnosis - Comatose - Pm Today

Marionettes care not if their painted all alike.
If they keep to themselves, don't make a sound, they may just get by.
But if I should free myself from my master's hands, this manifest master plan,
I'd be content with myself.

I tried so hard to be a fake, but I'm tired of this tiresome state,
no medicine I take could make the angels stay nor keep the demons at bay.

And they've been dreading these nightmares,
this mindless, man-made array of machines.

Will somebody remove this thread from my head
until my mind opens and there is nothing left to sew?
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Only then I'll fall apart at the seams,
Detach myself from these strings that hold me hostage and get the hell out of here.

I'm comatose yet I believe that I am real,
I'm comatose but I know I must be real,

And they have been dreading these nightmares,
when we're no longer mindless machines,
And they'll try to destroy me, dismantle me,
before I wake and regain consciousness.

but I am real