Legs that can no longer walk
Tongue that can no longer talk
Ears that can no longer hear
Hands that can’t feel you near
Eyes that can no longer see
You as you stand next to me
But the air in my lungs is fresh and clean
Thanks to the help of the machine

By all rights I should now be dead
I fell thirty feet and landed on my head
Severed my spine and caved in my skull
But this damn machine has a purpose and goal
And that is to keep a pulse in my vein
Despite all the damage I’ve done to my brain

Now all of my family are gathered around
They’re talking and crying but I can’t hear a sound
Probably saying their final goodbyes
And pitying me for my sudden demise
Then finally the decision is made
To switch off the machine so I can fade
So off to the next life I silently plod
Let’s all bow down and pray to the machine that plays god