In a second The life I knew Existed no more The cold hands I could no longer warm My lungs could be your lungs My life should be your life These shreds of flesh Rejected These screams are silent To the dead Pleas mean nothing Prayers would be An hypocrisy Both to him And to me My lungs could be your lungs My life should be your life These shreds of flesh Rejected These screams are silent To the dead Shards of terror Strike in the four chambers An uncertain gloom descends I now understand eternity Like a porcelain God The merciless tide of reality Face the orchestral roar My lungs could be your lungs My life should be your life These shreds of flesh Rejected These screams are silent To the dead