run away,

because everyone else has,

and everyone else will,

that's the law of the land.

 

 

People shouldn't stick around,

spending time with corpses,

if you've got more life,

get the hell out now!

 

But if you're dead too,

we may as well stay together,

share in one another's misery,

try and harvest the dying grains,

or all the memories we made together,

when we cared.

 

Maybe we have no memories,

the lesion method of living,

or maybe we've overloaded our minds,

dying for something important to come along,

and hold on for dear life,

a reminder that we may live again.

 

Frankenstein living;

pieces of broken hearts,

strung together backwards,

a patchwork of broken souls;

eveyrthing we've ever known,

was faked or never existed.