Proprius Empath

"There's nothing more we'll do"
As they pulled the plug
Her eyes opened
Cursing for pity
Or lack there of

In any case
She'd quietly flake
With a first class tomb

Legality permitting murder
In all hospital rooms

It's in God's hands now they scoff
In holy hypocrisy
When was it right for us
To reanimate so indecisively?
Leaving families to pick up the shards
For the young to withdraw
No true meaning of trust
In one more continuous flaw

Now they'd grow
As if they'd ever truly mature
It's a shockwave destined to come
The un-decomposed tact and ignore

It's in God's hands now they scoff
In holy hypocrisy
When was it right for us
To reanimate so indecisively?
Leaving families to pick up the shards
For the young to withdraw
No true meaning of trust
In one more continuous flaw

There will always come a time (there will always be a time)
When those we love
Lose the ability to love us back (they'll lose what we have built)
It's not that they don't love us
It's just that their strength leaves them (And they'll all leave)
Unable to call for our hands
Unable to help us understand (It's just)

So we'll pretend that there's something better
(and when they fall we have to understand)
Maybe worth all of this
(that they may not be the first or last at all)
When it's foolish to assume (of us all)
We'd quickly decompose (of us all)
Leaving us a path
We would instantly oppose

Birds fly
And that memory will never die
We'll fly
And the memory has yet to survive

We have yet, to survive
We have yet, to survive
We have yet, to survive
Ourselves