THE COMA is a side project from Tommy Gardner and Johnny Gardner, who both are members of the Los Angeles based band Machines of agony.
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
A shattered lens, a prism spun from doubt
Each shard reflects what logic can’t map out
The void within, a canvas stark and bare
Painted by the whispers that I dare
To let take root, to fester and to bloom
Casting long shadows in a self-made tomb.
[Pre-Chorus]
Is this the world, or just the broken limb
Of what I crave, or what I can’t outswim?
The scent of rain, a shadows in the air
Or is it real, this burden that I bear?
[Chorus]
THIS REALITY, A MIRROR OF MY MIND
THE PRISON BUILT, WHERE TRUTHS I CANNOT FIND!
ECHOES OF CONVICTION, SHATTERED AND THIN
TRAPPED IN THE CONFINE OF WHERE I BEGIN!
THE SHAPE I IMPRINT, FOREVER TO EMBRACE
A SINGULAR GAZE UPON THIS EMPTY SPACE!
[Verse 2]
I build the walls with bricks of past regret
Each sunrise tinted by the tears I’ve wept.
The laughter of a stranger, a discordant sound
Because my own internal drums are bound
To rhythms of a past I can’t escape
Forever wrestling with my own perceived shape.
[Pre-Chorus]
The taste of fear, a distain on my tongue
Or is it freedom, when the song is sung?
The weight of choice, a titan I can’t move
Or just a memory, that I can’t disprove?
[Chorus]
THIS REALITY, A MIRROR OF MY MIND
THE PRISON BUILT, WHERE TRUTHS I CANNOT FIND!
ECHOES OF CONVICTION, SHATTERED AND THIN
TRAPPED IN THE CONFINE OF WHERE I BEGIN!
THE SHAPE I IMPRINT, FOREVER TO EMBRACE
A SINGULAR GAZE UPON THIS EMPTY SPACE!
[Bridge]
And when I reach, for substance, for a hand
I grasp the shadow, of what I understand.
The edges blur, the form begins to fade
A tapestry of dreams, a world unmade.
But what beneath? What lies beyond the veil?
A silent question, destined to prevail.
The cage is subtle, woven from belief
A gilded sorrow, etched with ancient grief.
[Guitar Solo]
[Interlude]
Empty
empty
looking
Empty
empty
seeking
[Chorus]
THIS REALITY, A MIRROR OF MY MIND
THE PRISON BUILT, WHERE TRUTHS I CANNOT FIND!
ECHOES OF CONVICTION, SHATTERED AND THIN
TRAPPED IN THE CONFINE OF WHERE I BEGIN!
THE SHAPE I IMPRINT, FOREVER TO EMBRACE
A SINGULAR GAZE UPON THIS EMPTY SPACE!
