I fled through mist the instant that I sawnThe bruises on the inside of your facenThose purple blotches showed through your translucent skinnYou passed it off as a trick of the lightnNot for the first timenAnd certainly not the lastnThe pessimists denied eternal deathnAnd the hospital-bornnWorried about the lawnResisted the urge to contradictnAnythingnnWhen it weighs too muchnThink of it as seven times the weightnBut when it costs too muchnConsider it but don't come to me for aidnnI'll be in debt to all this legal jargonnThese facts and these figuresnYou're forcing me to go onnThrough the pain and fear of knowingnThe emptinessnBut never showingnnWhen it weighs too muchnThink of it as seven times the weightnBut when it hurts too muchnConsider it but don't come to me for aidnThe lucky childnnThe lucky child is learning fastnOur body count will never lastnBut the sentimental killing lasts forevernForevernnI've got a medic for you,nSomething it drives me to do,nWhy don't you know that the air is filled with millions of thoughtsnThe air is filled with holiness and badnessnThe air is filled with thoughts of what's bad and what's goodnThe air is filled with millions of voicesnThe heart of the stone and the heart of the onennWhen it weighs too muchnThink of it as seven times the weightnBut when we talk too muchnConsider it a part of my escapennThe lucky child is learning fastnOur body count will never lastnBut the sentimental killing lasts forevernForevernnThe walls of Rome are tumbling downnSo functionalnThey make no soundnBut the sentimental building standsnForevernTogethernForever