I knew nothing of life nor death on the day I was born. On the day I drew my last breath,
I forgot all I knew of life and death. Once again I was nothing.

I stand here now, Hovering betwixt heaven and hell
Maybe not dying, yet Nonetheless life and death both
Ride my shoulders like gibbering spirits

Should I but choose, either one is welcome
My path has narrowed to this bed
From which I can no longer leave
Entangled in these cords as I am, The melodius sound of
electronic Noises at odds with my death rattles