Žodžiai dainai: Hey Rosetta. Hospital Beds.

when i'm dying
promise compliance
and carry my body
up over the fence
and lie me on the moss
we'll hide my spirit from the gods
and when they come looking
we'll be lying in the

i don't want wires
i know they're trying to bring me back
but no more plastic
i've had my piles of all that
i've been swathed in inventions
ever since i ventured to the light
and i'm leaving empty
with just my sacrifice

(cause you sacrifice
all of your life
and when you die
is that alright?
when you're bathed in light
and when your body bursts wide open
do you start to cry?
not cause you die, but cause you die still hoping?)