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The cerebrum has suffered ma*sive and reparable damage You never know what has happened to him If I have not been sure of this, I would not have permitted him to live Where am I? Father, what happened? I need help What is democracy? What is democracy? It got something to do with young men killing each other, Arthur What if its my turn, will you want me to go? For democracy, any man would give his only begotten son It is impossible for any severed individual to experience pain Pleasure, memory, dream or thought of any kind This young man will be as unfeeling as unthinking as the dead Until the day joins them I don't know weather I'm alive or dreaming or dead or remembering How can you tell what's a dream and what's real When you can't even tell when your awake and when your asleep Where am I? I cant remember anything Can't tell if this is true or dream Deep down inside I feel to scream This terrible silence stops with me Now that the war is through with me I'm waking up, I cannot see That there's not much left of me Nothing is real but pain now Hold my breath as I wish for death Oh, please God, wake me They kept my head and chopped off everything Oh, God, please make them hear me They won't listen, they wont hear me They got to wake me up Ill be like this for years, hear me Back in the womb it's much too real In pumps life that I must feel But can't look forward to reveal Look to the time when I'll live Fed through the tube that sticks in me Just like a wartime novelty Tied to machines that make me be Cut this life off from me Hold my breath as I wish for death Oh, please God, wake me It's like a piece of me