The cinematic version of One, by Metallica.
Really..really..sad song
The cerebrum has suffered massive and irreparable damage.
He'll never know what has happened to him.
Had I not been sure of this I would not have permitted him to live.
Where am I?
Father? (father)
What happened?
I need help! (I need help!)
What is democracy? What is democracy?
It's got something to do with young men killing each other I believe.
When it comes my turn, will you want me to go?
For democracy any man would give his only begotten son.
It is impossible for a decerebrated individiual to expereince pain,
pleasure, memory, dreams, or thought of any kind. This young man will
be as unfeeling, as unthinking as the dead, until the day he joins them.
I don't know whether I'm alive and dreaming or dead and remembering.
How can you tell what's a dream and what's real when you can't even tell
when you're awake and when you're asleep?
Where am I?
I can't remember anything
Can't tell if this is true or dream
Deep down inside I feel the scream
This terrible silence stops 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 just went ahead and chopped off everything.
Oh God, please make them hear me.
They won't listen.
They won't hear me.
If they don't 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 novely
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
I'm just like a piece of meat 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.
Somebody help me!
Mother where are you? Help me Mother, I'm having a 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.
He is the armless, legless wonder of the twentieth century!
Death has a dignaty all it's own
Father, I need help. I'm in terrible trouble and I need help.
Don't you remember when you were little, how you and Bill Harper used
to string a wire between the two houses so you could telegraph to each
other? Still remember the Morse code?
Darkness:
Imprisioning me
All that I see
I cannot live
I cannot die
Trapped in myself
Body my holding cell
It's Morse code.
For what?
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 ****
What's he saying?
He says, 'kill me,' over and over again, 'kill me.'
Oh God, please make them hear me.
Don't you have some message for him, Padre?
He's a product of your profession, not mine.
Kill me.
I'm asking you to kill me.
Thank you.
Pray for me, please.
Father?
Each man faces death by himself, alone.
Goodbye, Father.
Inside me I'm screaming. Nobody pays any 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.
Why don't they get it over with and kill me?
I could yell for help, but nobody'd help me.
I've just got to do something.
I don't see how I can go on like this.
S.O.S... help me...
S.O.S... help me...