Sevilla: (A lovely city to be in a coma)

*Not meant to make 100% sense. My way of having fun :D*

When every moment seems so bitter,
A boulder rested on our shoulders,
A jealous rage, multiple failures,
Consequently lost in disguise,
Made up words and pointless conversations,
Standing in the corner,
Watching everything go by
So fast, losing every ounce of happiness,
Gaining every inch of pain,
Piece or peace?
Every verbal fight to the bitter end,
Fantasies and desires,
We're locked inside our bodies,
Coma.

Regenerating the strength we had,
Another loss of communications,
Breaking pattern, breaking the line,
Miserable speeches,
But we are speechless anyways,
Quarantine, press record,
Losing hope was not the plan,
Useless letters and endless lectures,
Right or wrong?
Lying here waiting for something,
Something to reappear,
Endless conversations, but lack of love,
Locked, locked inside this body,
Lying, lying to see the stars;
To watch the light flicker,
Spinning out of control,
This coma.

Out, out of control,
Why, why is it hard to breathe?
Pointed pistol pending,
Critical circuit cut,
People peeping pursuit,
Coma.