Homa's Coma

History repeats itself Within the realms of my inexperience Life is but an empty sack Withered in the storms of resistance See me dwindle watch me dwell In the cut out corner of my plastic world I have no future for I’ve had no past Can you help me at last History repeats itself Within the realms of my inexperience Life is but an empty sack Withered in the storms of resistance See me dwindle watch me dwell In the cut out corner of my plastic world How I wish, how I wonder How I wish, how I wonder How I wish, how I wonder I have no future for I’ve had no past Can you help me at last History repeats itself Within the realms of my inexperience Life is but an empty sack Withered in the storms of resistance See me dwindle watch me dwell In the cut out corner of my plastic world