It's like I never had time to look away.
Bodies stuck between death and decay
are plastic and set up on 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,
have 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.
And we’re all to blame,
for spending way too much
time on ourselves.
I have been blessed and now I’m blind,
a veils 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
then ever was through self serving escape.
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.
And we’re all to blame,
for spending way too much
time on ourselves.
Ashes to Ashes and Dust to Dust.
We’re all the same,
made of hair and bones
and water and blood cells.
And we’re all to blame,
for spending way too much
time on ourselves.
compositores: Matthew McDonald,Justin Duque,Paul Erickson,Robbie Negrin
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