Lie half-alive in my hospital bed
or to some of you that may be half-dead
i.v. machines running to my veins
man-made life restores my withered remains
a mirror of sorts appears before my being
my human end has come, that's all that i see
Now that my soul it set free
i'm classified dead now, it seems
my destiny plunders on through
i'm granted a room with a view
Nurses and interns gathering at my side
i try to yell at them, i haven't died
as i project, my soul emerges from fear
i soon remember all the reasons i'm here
How strange, i thought that i could see myself
a different light, sight, sound and smell
A different experience, a new world
almost unhuman to me
see them cart me away
i venture to a new day
human inhibitions are gone
emotions are few
i'd pass up any life
for a room with a view