I fled through mist the instant that I saw   The bruises on the inside of your face   Those purple blotches showed through your translucent skin   You passed it off as a trick of the light   Not for the first time   And certainly not the last   The pessimists denied eternal death   And the hospital-born   Worried about the law   Resisted the urge to contradict   Anything      When it weighs too much   Think of it as seven times the weight   But when it costs too much   Consider it but don't come to me for aid      I'll be in debt to all this legal jargon   These facts and these figures   You're forcing me to go on   Through the pain and fear of knowing   The emptiness   But never showing      When it weighs too much   Think of it as seven times the weight   But when it hurts too much   Consider it but don't come to me for aid   The lucky child      The lucky child is learning fast   Our body count will never last   But the sentimental killing lasts forever   Forever      I've got a medic for you,   Something it drives me to do,   Why don't you know that the air is filled with millions of thoughts   The air is filled with holiness and badness   The air is filled with thoughts of what's bad and what's good   The air is filled with millions of voices   The heart of the stone and the heart of the one      When it weighs too much   Think of it as seven times the weight   But when we talk too much   Consider it a part of my escape      The lucky child is learning fast   Our body count will never last   But the sentimental killing lasts forever   Forever      The walls of Rome are tumbling down   So functional   They make no sound   But the sentimental building stands   Forever   Together   Forever