Last night I realized my excitement
For events that were not yet my life
Upon return, it's all in the past
It's all a memory
All my life is this moment
And what I can remember
What I cannot see does not exist
And to think I would have mourned
I fell in love with life
What I cannot see does not exist
All my life is memories
To last night?
We're shells, we're nothing
You win, you win
You lose, perfect
I'm about to step back from this monstrous thing that brings the pain, as red tears pour down like rain
Explain to me atrocities so that I might understand
Why it's out of my hands
Nobody dies of old age, the body just shuts down in stages
Faceplates engraved on the graves while bottles are saved hoping to save different faces in similar places
As they're packed tight with ice on flights to ride the plight of a night where organs failed
Doctors and family members, panicked, and awaiting the mail
The cargo of a crate nailed closed, holding the keys to a mans soul -
An organ in a styrofoam box just trying to keep cold
Behold the key to a life of cop esthetics, to systematically replace all my body parts with prosthetics
Ethics set this apart, I rip charts from the start
When all I really need is a heart full of cheer in a place where there's no need for fearing hearing clocks tick-tock
Unless it's as a warning of crocs who took the hand of a man I could never stand - Pan