| The hands move painfully forward
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| Time’s progression reminds you of the limit of yours
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| Every second another step
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| Towards the answers to questions noone wants to ask
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| Kept alive by machines…
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| Your life has been gone from the moment you knew
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| Living half dead asleep
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| This fragile shell finally overcome by life
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| The kids only know you’re not well
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| The last visit they kissed you and said goodbye
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| They won’t forget, and soon wonder
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| Where it was you went, how can they see you again
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| Kept alive by machines…
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| Your life has been gone from the moment you knew
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| Living half dead asleep
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| This fragile shell finally overcome by life
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| By the bedside, You’ll soon die
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| The machines won’t save you, just look at your flesh
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| Swollen, discolored, putrid
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| You’ll soon die
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| The hands move painfully forward
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| Time’s progression reminds you of the limit of yours
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| Every second another step
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| Towards the answers to questions noone wants to ask
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| As the seconds melt into death
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| We are relieved to not see pain on your face
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| The hands have moved into the dark
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| All lines are flat, and you have moved onward
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| Kept alive by machines…
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| Your life has been gone from the moment you knew
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| Living half dead asleep
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| This fragile shell finally overcome by life |