There's nothing left, I’m only right
You're not really there when you're out of my line of sight
Move my fingers, make a fist
It’s too hard to do when those parts of you don't exist

The capsule's breached, the way is sealed
And nervous drivers wait, congealed
I thought I might have had longer, at least a few more years…
But consciousness is waning as the stroke of midnight nears

A numbness here, a twitching there
A strangе inability to rise up from my chair
Frustration grows, I think okay
But why can't you understand what it is I'm trying to say?

My head feels hеavy, my words are slurred
I'm caged up like a broken bird
Troubled mind, a mortal dream, nothing is what it seems
Everything is dark as I float in and out of sleep
I'm losing my self

I'm beginning to realize… I can’t move forward
A feeling of incompleteness, my limbs refuse to work
I’m bound inside this shell
I feel like I'm falling…
A long road ahead, a new day to live
The need to find myself again, I had so much to give
My will is strong, but me body betrays
Whatever gains my recovery makes, I still have this malaise

My head is lighter, my words less slurred
Daily labours have been transferred
A clearing mind, a hopeful dream, floating slowly, drift downstream
Everything is light as I see what lies ahead
Retrieving myself

And everything is clear again
Trying to feel normal
As the stroke of midnight nears