Furious George Gets Senior Capstoned

So I've witnessed you crumbling down, such a way to go out
In your adage I've found that
Time doesn't heal all wounds
Senses deteriorate all around
To your sight, to the sounds, to the way that your mouth says
It's over and time to go home

A vegetable state coughing up phlegm with every breath that you take
And so you have asked, do not resuscitate

I've not known you long, now you're dead and gone
Life is cruel for some, but now we must go on

Hey wake up man it's over
Now they've got us where they want us
Hey wake up man, are you deaf
Looking down you sense no danger
On your phone hypnotic strangers
Coast right into bed and then you'll plug it in above your head
Redefine term encapsuled
You can only see if your impression will fit all my needs

We find ourselves in an enclosed room
Where the only thing that makes sense, is nothing
A bouquet of truths were given to each individual who entered
And then gradually one by one they were take away
But what is there to take, when there's nothing left to give

Give me a second to breathe

Crawl back to your god
Hands and knees scarred through passions that drum
Humanities psalm is one that's been embalmed

Crying on your tomb
We've let existence choose
One day truth knows I'll be there too