You open your eyes lying on the bed,
You look at the ceiling without feeling yourself.
You're kind of alive, but not dead,
Your body doesn't listen to you.
Your thoughts are confused, they disappear into the void,
Your soul falls into the abyss.
Your soul is not in your body,
It's like a ship,
It's sailing without a destination,
and you're flying into the void.
Get up, stop being lazy,
Wake up, you're on the edge.
Your body is trying to get together,
To return to the body of his soul.
Your sleep is deep,
you observe yourself from the outside.
And over you the doctor timidly,
Makes incision his.
Get up, enough to be free,
Wake up, you're on the edge.
Your body is trying to get together,
To return to the body of his soul.
