This is a song about "Comatose"

Slipping further into comatose bits of shit

And mansions on the fault line of a shaky market

I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home

Until you fucking comatose, i'll leave your broken bones, i'll hold the throne,

Like troubled minds comatose, before the feelings feel too close beating

But, who is to blame when we let them in on everything