Holding on to disdain
The winter pain
The spall of brain
And everything in between
Dreaming of champagne
My body is drained
But I'm still sane, and chained to this machine
If I could only regain some flames
If I could escape from this static sphere
But I'm losing my name in these endless days
I'm losing my name within this frontier
And I've become
Comfortably numb
