| Song | In Coma |
| Artist | Dead Poetic |
| Album | Vices |
| I’m still stitching up the stabs you left, weaving in and out slowly. | |
| I grow accustomed to the piercing flesh, and find evil in the holy. | |
| And still, | |
| I see the line between the stars, your scars, and mine. | |
| And as this coarse thread pulls, | |
| I feel the veins of the frozen. | |
| Stay in coma. | |
| It’s the only defense we have left. | |
| A bad decision leaves me open and | |
| I’m left here shuttered for days. | |
| If I could replay the words we said, | |
| I’d see you all amazed. | |
| And still it’s not enough – save yourself and demonize us. | |
| And as your curtain draws, they see the tears of the fallen. | |
| Stay in coma. | |
| It’s the only defense we have left. | |
| I’m not taking the fall for a spineless puppet. | |
| You play quiet, and | |
| I won’t fight it. | |
| Stay in coma. | |
| It’s the only defense we have left. |
| I' m still stitching up the stabs you left, weaving in and out slowly. | |
| I grow accustomed to the piercing flesh, and find evil in the holy. | |
| And still, | |
| I see the line between the stars, your scars, and mine. | |
| And as this coarse thread pulls, | |
| I feel the veins of the frozen. | |
| Stay in coma. | |
| It' s the only defense we have left. | |
| A bad decision leaves me open and | |
| I' m left here shuttered for days. | |
| If I could replay the words we said, | |
| I' d see you all amazed. | |
| And still it' s not enough save yourself and demonize us. | |
| And as your curtain draws, they see the tears of the fallen. | |
| Stay in coma. | |
| It' s the only defense we have left. | |
| I' m not taking the fall for a spineless puppet. | |
| You play quiet, and | |
| I won' t fight it. | |
| Stay in coma. | |
| It' s the only defense we have left. |