I'm on a bed with needles tucked on my skin
With a respirator that makes me breathe from within
In a coma not aware if I'm asleep or awake
This must be a joke! or a nightmare I cannot shake
Ringing and beeping, the chorus of silence
A melody of my heart's beating without the essence
Life is not a waiting room and here I am dying
So this is how it sounds.. when the life-clock's ticking