who said you cannot be dead
with a beating heart trapped in your chest?
and who said you cannot be blind
with eyes wide open and starring out?
just write it down if you don't dare to say
but you knew it all along the way
that your belifes are not more than lies:
dead meet on your plate and dead look in your eyes.
and I might not be so much different.
oh, I know I'm dying but at least I'm not dead.
we've broke our bodies and we've wounded our minds
placed the blame on each other and we keep falling down.
every day finds me further from home
as time grinds the flesh off from my bones,
I'm heading out straight to nowhere,
please someone break my legs before I get there.