Somebody's talking about me.
Voices drift in and out, inside I'm screaming,
But [bad word] out...
I cannot move or respond. I feel nothing; I am numb to the world.
Life like a [bad word] right past me,
Fragmented, distorted and blurred.
Then slowly, I awaken. Out of oblivion, my dormant soul is shaken.

Out of [bad word] - like being exhumed.
Out of [bad word] - rising up out of the tomb.

slit of light penetrates my eyelids,
Shapes [bad word] sharper, sounds [bad word] clear.
Like drifting up from the bottom of the ocean,
Launched out, as the surface tension's broken.

Out of [bad word] - through the darkness rising.
Out of [bad word] - into a second lifetime.
Like a volcano - from the depths [bad word] 
Out of [bad word] 

Somebody's talking about me.
Only the tubes reach inside me, feeding and draining my flesh.
How many years have I slept by, cocooned in a living death?
Then slowly, I awaken. Out of oblivion, my dormant soul is shaken.

I writhe into rhythmic breathing,
My mind finds its focus; every nerve is exposed and raw.
Like an orphan of the underworld,
phantom from the dark abyss crawls out across the threshold.

Out of [bad word] - through the darkness rising.
Out of [bad word] - into a second lifetime.
Like a volcano - from the depths [bad word] 
Out of [bad word]  out of [bad word]  out of [bad word]  out of [bad word] 

Somebody's talking about me..