LYRIC FOR SALE

By Six Degrees

A clear night
The moon is bright
There’s frost tonight
And a man’s about to die
I don’t yet fear
The end that’s near
I still can’t hear
As a gun is pointed at my eye

One in a million
So why does it have to be me?
One in a million
Why was it only me?

A quickfire sound
My body’s downed
I hit the ground
As my life blood drains away
The rain runs red
Around my head
I’m all but dead
Nothing else to do but pray

One in a million
So why does it have to be me?
One in a million
Why was it only me?

Lying here in agony, my mind is bright yet I can’t see
Recurring bleeps informing me that all is as it ought to be
I wish it was, but actually there’s very little left of me
I pray to God each day to set me free
I cannot speak; I wonder why; I cannot talk; I cannot try
I think I hear someone close by; I try to scream; they walk on by
I’m trapped. Inside my head I sigh, but no-one hears my mental cry
In theory I’m alive, although if this is life, I’d rather die

My body’s badly scarred and drained although I’m healthy in the brain
If I got well, I’d only gain – this limbo’s driving me insane
My life can never be the same, handicapped in major pain
But sensory deprivation’s worse again
My thoughts have slowly cleared so this mental pain now sears me
Distraught that my career and my life have disappeared
I hope I’m getting near to the moment most men fear
Please pull the plug and let me out of here