Comatose
Consider me an object. Put me in a vacuum.
Free of all conditions. Free of air and friction.
Yeh, Ill be hanging upside down. And there I will swing.
For all eternity.
Feel it rising,
Yeh, next stop falling
Feel it rising,
Comatose, with no fear of falling
Consider me an abcess. Leave me in my vacuum.
Blood on all the pistons. Running my transmission.
Feel it rising,
Yeh, next stop falling
Feel it rising
High above,
Ill break the law,
If its illegal
To be in love,
Leave the hatred,
On the cross
Yeh, Ill be hanging upside down. And there I will swing.
For all eternity.
Feel it rising,
Yeh, next stop falling
Feel it rising,
Comatose, with no fear of falling
Feel it rising,
Yeh, next stop falling
Feel it rising
Something never thought youd be part of.
