Under The Knife - Eulogies

Pleasure comes without control

A sign of my own mountain of sand

From those who died for us to live on false foundations

So I deny it’s hard to say if I’ll remember anyone

And so we sleep because we must

I’m scared to love what death can touch

So I deny and if I wake under the knife

At least then I’ll be feeling

There’s something said for being numb and I deny