B. B. King - I'll Survive lyrics

Fingers severed on a mirrors edge

Isolated with no respect

Conversation has been replaced

Punctured slowly ideas escape

My possessions are all I have

One man's medicine poisons man

My subconscious knowledge safe

In my coma, in my coma again

In my coma, in my coma again, again

In my coma, in my coma again

Get respectable faces donned

Turn blind eyes to what's gone on

Slowly leak ideas through

Would you recognise I knew

Used expressions to converse

In my coma I do not hurt

Feel much better but I'm still not cured