Forgive this corpse for living
For being strong enough to cry
But to weak to crush this voice
For being to weak to revive
But strong enough to keep walking

Forgive this dead cuore for beating
And not knowing the use
To perhaps remind me
Of what i once was?
Alive and beautiful....
Now cold, dead, and rotting.
Remind me of a past when i lived?

Forgive this constant pulse
When this body is lifeless
Soul is rotting...
But there's a constant 'Bip Bip'
In my arm which doesn't belong...
Because it's only suppose to exist
In those alive.

Forgive these cracked lungs for breathing
For aching and breaking everyday
And never stopping despite it
For keeping this corpse animated
When it has nothing to regenerate it
No electrical pulse to jump-start it
But no way to finally fall....

Forgive this voice for screaming
For trying to reach out
But not excepting of help
For being cracked and broken
And blowing dust from this hollow corpse

Forgive these tears for falling
When i have nothing left
Forgive these eyes for seeing
When know one else cares to...
Forgive these hollow screams
For everything that's gone

Forgive this corpse for living...
and failing to sposta on
but continuing to stand...

These screams come from a Lost voice
And a broken, dead heart
It is fueled da cracked lungs...
And echos with a pulse

Forgive this corpse for living...
When everyday is just slow decay
And living is just slow death