Sync Different

Patrick has been in a coma
for a long time
Oh way too long in a bed
everybody thought that
he was brain-dead
even the doctor said it

he doesn't seem to worry...

now he doesn't know what to do
with his life

being good, being bad, being both
but Patrick woke up with a really
strange power
the ability to change the future...

he doesn't seem to worry...

what's your plan
what are you going to do
with your life

I am no longer a comfort to othersI've entered my nombrilthe belly button of psychosisspinning in paranoia.I eat bananas all day long whileI watch the clockand listen to the door.Self doubt follows me like a stray catthat I'm afraid to kick away.Age and time. Shifting toward cancer, dementia, seemingly unstopable.I take selenium from the sea. There are buckets of seaweed in my bathroom.I am no longer a comfort to others or myself,
I grab my knife and a whip in my dreams smashing my stomache and back till the bones bleed and a hole erupts.I take a knife and I cut off bits of seaweed that I eat in my silent kitchen.I am taking selenium in doses that the doctor says isn't safe. I am taking selenium in doses that the doctor says isn't safe.I drink beer to keep the seaweed down.The
highs of applause amplify the lows of my loneliness, once the hands
have all stopped clapping, I can hear my stomach moaning.Doubts about vision and intelligence - stop the spontaneous breathing.
Echoes
of her laughter keep me awake. I am no longer a comfort to others and I
climb a dark wall using a candle that I hold in my teeth. It is a dark
moutain, humid and green. I climb into my bathtub and cover myself in
the sinuous weed from the sea.I am no longer a comfort to others.I am taking selenium in doses that the doctor says in't safe.

You’re not a friend of mine, but I’m not afraid of dyingI just want to live alive,I wanna give it a try and face the ghosts that trouble my nightI’m gonna play my dime, even if chances are tight
It’s better to go now, before chances are goneDans les bras du hasard, j’ai glissé mon destin, ma douleurJ’ai laissé mon chagrin,J’ai caressé l’espoir en douceur, j’ai oublié mes peurs
Quand s’approche l’hiver, if faut rentrer son boisC’est le moment de le faire, avant que ne s’abatte le froidI know it sounds insane, but I’m not the one to blameWhen hope is fighting pain in a kind of silly gameWith such a beast to tame and a referee so lameSo I need to place my bet, I need to force the fateBefore I’m getting old, before it’s getting coldBefore chances are gone
Je veux redéployer mes ailes et tutoyer les arcs en cielWhen the chance comes and says your name, you’ll sense it’s the moment to decideJe veux remarcher sur les braises, faire le saut de l’ange du haut des falaises
Don’t wait, just go for it, you know it is time to set the timePuisque je n’ai plus rien à perdre, entre combat et prièreNow you feel it must be done, just get a ticket to the unknownAujourd’hui je choisis le glaive, pour qu’un nouveau jour se lèveAnd feel reborn, and feel rebornJ’ai trop donné, je veux qu’on me donne, before chances are gone