Woorden: Classic Crime (The). The Silver Cord. Abracadavers.

It's like I never had time to look away.
My body's stuck between death and decay.
I'm plastic and set upon display.
And their eyes are wide and they are looking my way

Each ligament exposed, each muscle connected.
And every organ that I proudly neglected.
I've been arranged for the common collective.
Stomaching the sight of human flesh resurrected.

It seems we're fearfully made and designed.
But it's a shame we can be so blind.

We're all the same,
made of hair and bones and water and blood cells.
We're all to blame,
for spending way too much time on ourselves.

I have been blessed and now I'm blind.
A veil's been pulled over my eyes.
Now every bad season that kept me believing seems so contrived

There's more glory to be seen
and savored through suffering
than ever was through self-serving escape.

Ashes to ashes
And dust to dust



(Thanks to IAmMidnight for these lyrics)