A question for an answer, cocked to the side;      A transparent skew of the evidence.      I mention only cancer, locked in your pride;      Incoherent through all the sedatives.      We’re going so slow that were not moving anymore;      Everyday we stop is another day that we lose ourselves.      Our words have lost meaning; We’re dreaming of syntax that lasts.      This lack of silence leaves our hearts pressed to the floor;      Everything is nothing and our dying is a secret to sell.      And we’ll all stay the same until we alter the shadows that we cast.      Your still face became normal to our safe design,      But I still wonder what hides behind those eyes.      I’ll kill everything formal to be let inside,      And I won’t ask you why the plastic never dies.