Coma from Black Eyes by The Hunters

It’s coming with the darkness like a beast
In this nightmare when you can’t sleep
This pouring rain will burn your skin
The sky above will be your coffin

You have run out of blessings
You have run out of feelings

One thousand nights, one thousand days
From dust to dust
One white light, to one god you pray
Ashes to ashes
Deep in a coma

When this whole town comes crashing down
Like broken flowers on the ground
No revenge, no home, no relief
Death brings no glory, only defeat

There will be no more lying
There will be no more daydreaming
You’ve lost the goddamn fight
You’re a victim of your own appetite

Ghosts you can’t outrun
Confessions to scream at the sun
No shelter forlost souls
No secret lives, deep in a coma

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