| 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 |