We get sick every day
It’s the world that we made
Time won’t heal all the wounds
We are fools
because of the things that we choose.

Why is it our choice anyway?
Only the weak fade away
(are the ones dying)
‘Cause that’s their escape.
The strong free their voices
but have nothing to say.

What is it you see inside of me?
Will the outside live eternally
or fall apart, uncapable,
unfaithful, unholy?