Let me, here, show you my friend
That you are all but dead
That you’ve died deaths too many to count
That you will again
Death when you walk
Death when you talk
Death when you sing
Death when you decide to wear that ring
Death when you’re sad
Death when you’re mad
Death when you’re glad
Death when enough, you think you’ve had
Finished living the last year
Finished living the last month
The last week, the last day
The last hour, the last minute
Death implies end of life
You’ve died every nano-second you’ve lived
Amongst the walking dead, it seems we are
Until are bodies, abandoned
Not forgetting for a moment, we are alive
That you are all but dead
That you’ve died deaths too many to count
That you will again
Death when you walk
Death when you talk
Death when you sing
Death when you decide to wear that ring
Death when you’re sad
Death when you’re mad
Death when you’re glad
Death when enough, you think you’ve had
Finished living the last year
Finished living the last month
The last week, the last day
The last hour, the last minute
Death implies end of life
You’ve died every nano-second you’ve lived
Amongst the walking dead, it seems we are
Until are bodies, abandoned
Not forgetting for a moment, we are alive
Comments
the thought is a little morbid, but nicely put accross.