Memories appear by bits
The connections are gone
Happy times they pass my consciousness
I cherish them with all my heart
The days I fill with counting the sounds of the equipment
Keeping me alive
Lying here unable to react my muscular strength has subsided
It's true I've always said finish it yeah when I'm some kind of plant
When my senses are gone and I'm brain-dead when I'm brain-dead
Memories fade away
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