Massimo
Twisted humor
Whispered rumor
Catch wind of the endgame
Gentle laughter
Worry after
Time is bought to seek fame
Make peace with the stitches
So close you lie within inches
Sit tight, over in a minute
Life flashes before you can finish
Death rears close for you to rim it
Lab coats decide how to spin it
Relay the diagnosis
Can't refute all of nature's forces
It came too soon
All of a sudden
No consideration of the struggle within
Rest in pieces
Hopes and wishes
Now the fool is swimming with the fishes
(Fame, what's your name?)
(Fame, what's your name?)
Cookie fortune
Knowledge morbid
Curiosity killed a man
Vapid offerings
Spoken sweet nothings
Time wasted to kick the can
Cling tight to the bedsheets
Eyes closed, you lie still and count sheep
TV monitors your heartbeats
Tangled in loose cords and wiring
Discuss the rate of mortality
Losing all sense of functionality
Bag full of chemicals is draining
And it is free of morality
It came too soon
All of a sudden
No consideration of the struggle within
Rest in pieces
Hopes and wishes
Now the fool is swimming with the fishes
Held together by a couple of loose threads
Knotted down into a makeshift deathbed
Indebted by all the things that are fed
Hung up on some wires, and connected
Count the tempo with a steady monitor
Count each breath and the ones that falter
It ticks til the final moment
Anticipation is growing
Whispered rumor
Catch wind of the endgame
Gentle laughter
Worry after
Time is bought to seek fame
Make peace with the stitches
So close you lie within inches
Sit tight, over in a minute
Life flashes before you can finish
Death rears close for you to rim it
Lab coats decide how to spin it
Relay the diagnosis
Can't refute all of nature's forces
It came too soon
All of a sudden
No consideration of the struggle within
Rest in pieces
Hopes and wishes
Now the fool is swimming with the fishes
(Fame, what's your name?)
(Fame, what's your name?)
Cookie fortune
Knowledge morbid
Curiosity killed a man
Vapid offerings
Spoken sweet nothings
Time wasted to kick the can
Cling tight to the bedsheets
Eyes closed, you lie still and count sheep
TV monitors your heartbeats
Tangled in loose cords and wiring
Discuss the rate of mortality
Losing all sense of functionality
Bag full of chemicals is draining
And it is free of morality
It came too soon
All of a sudden
No consideration of the struggle within
Rest in pieces
Hopes and wishes
Now the fool is swimming with the fishes
Held together by a couple of loose threads
Knotted down into a makeshift deathbed
Indebted by all the things that are fed
Hung up on some wires, and connected
Count the tempo with a steady monitor
Count each breath and the ones that falter
It ticks til the final moment
Anticipation is growing
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