Stillborn - Counterparts

A calm rushes over me

As I picture my corpse, ill-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 its 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