I can only dream
What' I've seen and tasted
And where I've been
What will my dreams be
When I'm not me anymore?
Will I even sleep?

I'll be doing society a favor
I'm just an antique

Am I still me?
I can't hear, taste, or see
But I can still dream
Just not about anything

I close my eyes and feel
The last wind on my skin
And it feels good
I'm through with this frame
And my name will not mean anything

I'll be doing society a favor
I'm just an antique

Am I still me?
I can't hear, taste, or see
But I can still dream
Just not about anything

I don't feel like I'm floating or drifting
I feel put in place
And I can think 
What all the others can think
At the same time

I'll be doing society a favor
I'm just an antique

Am I still me?
I can't hear, taste, or see
But I can still dream
Just not about anything