The meaning of life is written on your chest
Yet you speak with such calculation
I should think you a heartless man
As you lie on the evitable table
Your audible cries are not for me, I know
Your hands are spread out flat
But in effect, I see them pointed down
Away from higher uncertainties
I always thought you faithless
Before I knew how you held your breath
For every beat that bade an end
What is it that you look for?
Oh could I answer to one of your whims!
But then your heart is opened
Bare to sight but closed to all
And you question why faith
Gives nothing to you
Though, where is the fault in your honesty?
I pray, do mask your eyes
Let me hold your worthless hands
Then I'll bring life to mine
Let me live your misunderstandings
Then I'll at once live mine
