Lletres: Dead Poetic. In Coma.

Still it's not enough
Save yourself and demonize us
Then as your curtain draws
We see the tears of the fallen

So stay in coma,
It's the only defense we have left.

I'm not taking the fall for a spineless forfeit
I'm not bearing the weight of what you lost
You play quiet, and I will fight it.

Stay in coma,
It's the only defense we have left.