Stillborn

A calm rushes over me As I picture my corpse I'll-fated with the faults I can't escape (A sigh of relief) A sigh of relief Used to signify the blight That infects the last few fragments of my skull Sometimes I swear I think that I'll be fine I've made up my mind Death is my birthright I am a noose waiting to be tied Still I try to elude the truth and embrace my disguise Because this way of life takes it's toll on mine And I don't want to be alive Bury me breathing So I can watch myself decay Bury me breathing So I can watch myself decay So I can watch myself decay We are stillborns by definition But our pulse-infected wrists will disagree We burden ourselves with intent and ambition When we've accepted that all hope is lost So dance past my lips and disperse Leaving no trace of human condition Our bodies blind the world with a sense of selflessness That only a trained eye can see You blame me for your blindness Open your eyes You blame me for your blindness Open your eyes