with this Remission of sin I know he doesn't need this Hospital bed These fluorescent lights, these long hallways This sterile thread If I could make some sense Of all
to the bed we sit, the lights still lit It's happening oh so fast even I'll admit It's no surprise I had no clue at all With the best intentions and
is breaking down I think its time we go This world is not for me What will it take to see Our world in a different light? We can all feel the sorrow