La historia del hombre papa

ONE

The cerebrum has suffered massive and reparable damage
You never know what has happened to him
If I have not been sure of this, I would not have permitted him to live
Where am I? Father. What happened? I need help
What is democracy? What is democracy?
It got something to do with young men killing each other, Arthur
What if it’s my turn, will you want me to go?
For democracy, any man would give his only begotten son

It is impossible for any severed individual to experience pain, pleasure, memory, dream or thought of any kind. This young man will be as unfeeling as unthinking as the dead, until the day joins them

I don’t know weather I’m alive or dreaming or dead or remembering
How can you tell what’s a dream and what’s real when you can’t even tell when your awake and when your asleep

Where am I?

I can’t remember anything
Can't tell if this is true or dream
Deep down inside I feel to scream
This terrible silence stops with me

Now that the war is through with me
I'm waking up, I cannot see
That there's not much left of me
Nothing is real but pain now

Hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh please God, wake me

They kept my head and chopped off everything
Oh god, please make them hear me
They won’t listen, they won’t hear me
They got to wake me up I’ll be like this for years
Hear me

Back in the womb it's much too real
In pumps life that I must feel
But can't look forward to reveal
Look to the time when I'll live

Fed through the tube that sticks in me
Just like a wartime novelty
Tied to machines that make me be
Cut this life off from me

Hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh please God, wake me

It’s like a piece of me that keeps on living
It won’t always be like this, will it?

I can’t live like this! I-I can’t! Please no, I can’t! I can’t! Help me, help me, help me! Mother where are ya, mommy, mother, I’m having I nightmare and I can’t wake up

Now the world is gone I'm just one
Oh God help me

Hold my breath as I wish for death
Oh please God, help me

Me lying here, like, like some freak in a carnival show
Here is the armless, legless wonder of the twentieth century

Death has a dignity of its own
Father! I need help, I’m in terrible trouble and I need help
Don’t you remember when you were little, how and you and Bill Harper use to string a wire between the two houses so you could telegraph to each other, you’ll remember the Morse code

Darkness
Imprisoning me
All that I see
Absolute horror
I cannot live
I cannot die
Trapped in myself
Body my holding cell

It’s Morse code. For what? Help
S.O.S. Help

Landmine
Has taken my sight
Taken my speech
Taken my hearing
Taken my arms
Taken my legs
Taken my soul
Left me with life in Hell

What’s he saying? Said Kill me, over and over again, kill me
Oh god please make them hear me
Don’t you have any message for him Arthur?
He’s the product of your profession, not mine

Kill me, I’m asking you to kill me

Thank you

Save me please
Father

Each man faces death by himself, alone
Good-bye father

Inside me I’m screaming nobody any pays attention, if I had arms, I could kill myself, if I had legs, I could run away, if I had a voice I could talk and be some kind of company for myself
How do I know they’ll kill me?
I could yell for help, but nobody’d help me
I just gotta do some kind of, I don’t see how I can go on like this

S.O.S. help me, S.O.S. help me

Keep the home fires burning
While our hearts are yearning