Coma Songtext
von Nomad Disco

Reason born
On false aesthetics
Blind fanatics
Facts ignore

Choosing words
Won′t bring comfort
When it's your fault
They draw swords

Selling mind
Locks you inwards
Praising warlords
Sets you behind


Years and years
On dead ignition
Premonition
Of blood and tears

We choke on air
And breathe the smoke
What you′ve been told
All along
All along

You sowed the dream
And reaped abyss
Where stray projectiles
Never miss
They never miss